If you don’t love me, please take back ambiguity.
Some people, who are not really selfish and indifferent, are injured, don’t know where to go, are unwilling, and don’t know how to retrieve everything. Only when they wear a disguised mask, walk among people, and continue to scramble on the battlefield. Just, please don’t hurt those who are serious.
The last time a madman sent a message to her was a few days ago.
She said: I regret spending three years with you, and your feelings, only in exchange for a few months of company, your cowardice and comparison, let me feel good about others, so I left you right. You roll me, the farther you roll, the better.
The “he” she said was her boyfriend after breaking up with the madman, the one she had chosen to break away from the madman in the first place.
The madman responded to her faintly, saying, “We should not have any more contact. Only because of my heart’s relentlessness and concern for you, can you be merciless again today. But I regret it now and it’s too late, so let’s do it.” Bye.
We can’t stand the difference, just the marks left by each other after the difference. We are all fine, but the time is not coincidental. I could hardly meet you, I could hardly miss you, and you could hardly be my woman, hardly, hardly. If I hadn’t met you at the beginning, if I had only appeared beside you now, could I have touched you and stayed with you in this way? It didn’t work to go to Guangzhou for treatment. Later, I heard that her brother had a professor-level psychological tutor in Hubei. So I took a train for more than 20 hours and arrived in Hubei from Shenzhen.
Originally, the madman found another job, thinking that things had changed little, and because of this, he lost his job again. It’s funny to say that a boy is willing to pay for a girl like this. She feels quite infatuated, but she doesn’t seem to appreciate it very much. Sometimes she always talks about what she told him in front of a madman, consciously or unconsciously. When she talks about him, she always flicks with her eyebrows. In one year with him, she remembered both of them, but in those three years, she could not remember one thing. She did not know whether she had deliberately avoided talking or really forgotten it. She didn’t know that whenever he was mentioned, the madman’s heart was cut like a sharp knife one after another. The old wound was not good, and a salt was sprinkled on it, and that person was the one he cared most about.
The most fascinating part of love is that your smile always involves another person’s heart, knowing that there is no blood relationship between them. Constellations have different personalities, but he seems to be very smart and can always guess your heart. It’s like what’s on her mind when she mentions “him” in front of a madman, like why she deliberately hides behind her and chats with him and deletes all the records. It’s like the madman knows in his heart why she got this disease, because “he” left.
“He” left, so that she had strong self-esteem, collapsed. After leaving, she still owed her a lot of money, and the promised alliance collapsed with the departure of “him”, but she still had “him” in her heart. Although “he” has left her. Although they are still connected.
After the return of Hubei Province, her illness has almost recovered, I thought that the next can be good, yes, I think, can be good…
I remember meeting again after the parting, she said to the madman with a smile, you are very good, meeting you is the luckiest thing in my life, and when I am well, I will be down-to-earth with you, never to be separated.
That night, after the last words, the madman rushed out of the house, drank a lot of wine, sat on the side of the road alone, shouted to the highway: “If you’re lovelorn, drink, if you’ve had enough, let go!” If you don’t love me, please take back ambiguity. Thank you.