Contribution from a school girl, haha, you did emo for me, I have to share it with you in the middle of the night, let’s do emo together!
Hi, we have been separated for a long time, you should still remember me. We have been together for three hundred and thirty-four days, but I can’t wait for our first anniversary. We obviously promised to be together for a long, long time, why did you let go of my hand?
I still remember the first time I met you, your gentle eyes made me fall in love. I asked many friends to finally get your contact information. Do you know how happy I was at that time? I typed each word carefully, fearing that any word would make you unhappy and I would delete it. I also read the messages you sent over and over again, not wanting to miss a single word. By the way, there's something I didn't tell you. I have collected every one of your voice messages. I will read them out when I miss you. I didn't dare to tell you before because I was afraid you would think I went too far.
Later we finally got together. Do you still remember? I remember it very clearly. It was 10:25pm on Friday, the second day of the Lunar New Year. You said, let's be together. Do you know how happy I am? I hold my phone in my hands, smiling silly, and I want to run to you immediately and ask you if you are serious. We talked late that night, and it was one of the few times you stayed up late. You went to bed first and sent you good night, but I didn't dare to go to sleep. I was afraid that these were just a dream, and the dream would be shattered as soon as I opened my eyes.
My QQ has 2241 collections, all about you. My photo album has 3095 photos, 2769 of which are yours. We read together in the library, and I played basketball with you. You would wait for my cram school to end and stand in the cold wind for two hours, just to bring me a hot drink. If it is a dream, then never wake up.
I really want to ask you, what did I do not do well enough? Did I make you angry? Did I do something wrong? Why did you break up with me? Your three cold words broke down the line of defense I had finally built up. In fact, the breakup was already foreshadowed. You no longer waited for me to finish class, no longer sent me home, and no longer tolerated my little temper. In fact, I know that, I have seen all these changes. I don't say it, it's not that I don't care. Even if my nails dig into my palms and leave deep red marks, I don't want to say it, let alone dare to say it. I'm afraid of offending you. I'm really afraid of losing you. However, my own struggles could never sustain our relationship. It turns out that I have always been in a passive position in love. Even if I am abandoned by you, there is nothing I can do.
You blocked all my contact information. I once went to look for you at the door of your class, but all failed. Am I just unlucky? Of course not. I know. I even asked your classmates to help avoid me. It turns out you don’t want to see me so much.
As the high school entrance examination approached, my condition took a turn for the worse. I always couldn't sleep late at night, and I was also sleepy during the day. After I broke up with you, I always felt that the world was dark. The places we once walked together and the beautiful memories we left behind all turned into nightmares for me.
The second model's grades plummeted, and the repeated criticisms from parents and teachers made me even more breathless. In the past, you always patiently comforted me and coaxed me. I thought you were healing honey, but unexpectedly you turned into a murderous machete. I hate you so much, I hate you so much, but I can't help myself from thinking about you. Do I really hate you? Of course not. I hate myself. I hate myself for being hopeless and unable to forget you.
Later, when I took the high school entrance examination, I stepped on the line and entered the sixth middle school. You still have good grades as always. With your scores so high, you should have no problem getting into the key class of No. 1 Middle School. I am even less worthy of you. It turns out that loving someone really makes you feel inferior.
Thank you for appearing in my life. I wonder if you will see it. After saying so much, will you find it annoying? If you could see this, would you feel even a little bit nostalgic or distressed?
All the words that I can’t speak are written here, I hope you must read them.
