You know what? I dreamed about you last night. You were as handsome as ever. You were sitting with your back to me in the usual place in the cafe we used to go to. I walked straight into the door and saw you. I was stunned for a long time. Then you turned around and saw me. You smiled at me and I summoned up courage. Try to approach you, but never reach that position. Watch you close, but it’s hard to get close, until you disappear.
I woke up suddenly, opened my eyes, was dark and quiet. I let go for a few seconds before I finally realized that you had left me. Yeah, it’s gone.
It is said that the dream of people, because the heart feels far away, so I would like to see you again in the dream, but in the dream you are far away from me, how can I not close to you.
Perhaps in this way to tell me, separated from the hope, reality, dreams can not.
When we were together, all the friends around us knew that loving you was something they all knew. Later, when we separated, only a few people knew it, but no one knew that I still loved you. It was a secret belonging to me.
Later, I was single. Sometimes my friends joked, “Have you not forgotten him yet?” I said, “How can I possibly, the person I picked up and put away like this, had forgotten.” The answer was so crisp that they all believed it and said so much that I almost believed it.
However, why do you feel a shock when you hear your name, why do you feel sad when you think of you inadvertently, why do you see a heart like your back in the street that stops for a second, why do you always fall into my dream, and why do you feel insensitive to the boys who appear next to me, until today, you depend on it. But it’s my reason to reject others. I’m not waiting for you, but I still can’t like others.
Will secretly run to your space, because wechat was not so prevalent when we were together. At that time, we would ask you to make a couple’s head, associate QQ number, set up a couple’s space, leave messages in your space whenever you are free. Later, our qqq no longer associate with each other. You also changed your head, dressed up in different space, and emptied the place. There are messages. I sneaked in and made a circle, then silently deleted the access record. I want to know your news, but I’m afraid you know I’m still thinking about it.
Will stealthily run to your city, in the path we often walk around, breathing the air of the city, blowing the same wind as you, count as embracing?
I will travel around with my bag on my back. I remember telling you a lot of places I want to go. You always say that when we are rich, where we want to go, you always say that when we have a chance, we go to many places. But until we parted, I had never been anywhere. I walked and stopped by myself to see the scenery I had said. Where were you?
Two years together, it took three years to remember and remember. Memories are longer than experiences. Should we say that we are too infatuated or too unwilling?
In fact, sometimes our hearts are far from so smart as the surface, the back can turn around, and how to fill the gap in the heart? In the days after I left, I kept it secret that everyone loved you for a long time. I think this should be the price of breaking up. But three years of repayment is enough. I just want to live for myself.
I always hoped you could come, would suddenly stand in front of me, would call me downstairs to surprise me, would gently say “don’t come harmless” but now I don’t want to, those feelings that have no place to put it back, you don’t come, I am not harmful.