And my first love has been separated for two years, I am no longer like him, but in knowing that he again has a favorite person, the heart actually have a faint loss and sadness.
Obviously have let go, obviously no longer care, why still have lost, still have sadness? Could it be that he has poisoned me so that I can’t let go? Or is it that I still haven’t let go?
In these two years, one year, I will often see him in school, and then the sight will not be able to help but look at him, but also intentionally speak out loud, my brain said to me that I do so in order to prove that I have a good life; and my heart said to me that I do so is nothing more than so that he can notice me. But I always fooled myself and chose to believe the former until one time, my friend asked me if I still liked him because every time I saw him I would deliberately speak up and act unnaturally. It was then that I began to face my feelings, but while I was still thinking about it, we went our separate ways.
The next year, I left middle school and started high school. And we had no contact with each other at all. Although, we still live in the same sitting city , but not even a chance encounter.
I thought that if we didn’t meet, we wouldn’t miss each other anymore, and we wouldn’t lose each other. However, I was wrong, the body and mind are separate, undeniably, I still have a trace of attachment to him. After all, he is my first love.
Just like a flower, in the wilting will still be attached to it, hoping that it can bloom again. But it has never occurred to me that it has only one life, and after it withers, it will not bloom again, which makes it more precious and more worthy of attachment.
