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:: Feeling 1 ::

I once pondered why you changed.

Let's try to sort through the events from the first time we smiled at each other. Until the last day I was the one who shed tears

All of that time felt like a smooth line, and I never had the slightest clue as to when she changed her mind about me.

When I regained consciousness, she told me to stop, that's enough, and turned around and left.

you never loved me

You have never changed since the first day we smiled at each other. Until the last day I was the one who shed tears

All that time It's me that has changed.

I went from a stranger to an acquaintance, to a lover, to a dumped person.

During that whole time I was the only one who changed.

I'm sorry.

subject???

Today we were annoyed at you, we didn't mean to.

Hey, it's okay. It's not serious.

We're really sorry. We won't do this again.

Actually, you don't have to do this.

means what?

Well

All you do here

You don't have to do it.

quiet bay

I don't know what to say.

All this time Do you love me?

All this time, you loved us.

All this time, you

All the time

all the time

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I didn't dare send him a message. Or the truth is, I didn't dare listen to his answer for whatever reason. This question was never addressed to him.

What are you doing?

cry

I'm not lying I actually cried in the middle of a moving train. And there were passengers squeezed in tighter than a can of fish. Many pairs of eyes began to look at me. Crazy embarrassing. I tried to hold back tears but the pain overcame the embarrassment. In the end, I had to get off the subway even though I wasn't at the station I wanted.

In the end, I had to end my relationship with him even though That I still want to go on

The last message we send to each other is like this.

The two of us usually communicate via text messages and very rarely call. But we get to see each other almost every week. I tried to remember the meaning of the first message we sent each other but I couldn't. What came out clearly was his first smile.

A smile, a self-advice and an apology for keeping me waiting. I remember too clearly a time when I should have forgotten like this.

“Your story was strange from the beginning.” I remembered my senior's words.

I've only known this senior for a short time, but strangely enough, I'm telling him all about him. Sometimes people want opinions from people who don't know us well.

“Doesn't he like you? I don't know. I don't do this to my girlfriend. Just talking to each other via short messages a few sentences a day is weird.” This is what a senior told me. After I mentioned our contact method.

“But I still see him often,” I protested. “Or should I try to do more?” This last sentence was more like I was asking myself.

I always thought that between me and him like this was good enough.

But today

The day he told me that was enough

I know now that all of this isn't enough.