Don't forget.

I try to forget you, type your name in the search bar, and delete everything about you. This is the only thing I can do, and the only thing I dare not do is to send you another message without waiting for a reply.

I packed up the memories and threw them into an unknown corner to make myself believe that you were gone, including the Radian of the corners of your mouth when you kissed me, the temperature in your chest when you hugged me, and even the way you looked at me. It's all blurred by now.

I think bitter waiting is the end of all love. Once the song ends, the story ends.

W told me that she really missed him so much that she fell on my sofa, curled up like a deer. She asked me to send him a message, or she wouldn't take me out, and I was forced to do it. Of course, it's not because I don't want to tell my lovely friend that he's not coming back. I just don't want to be the last syllable of this ending song.

I took the message sent in the past, showed it to W, and told her that he hadn't replied yet. She got up happily, ready to go out, and when she got on the bus, a message was sent from there. I told her to drive quickly, but she insisted that I consider if I could reply, or else I would stay in front of my house.

you see, she is so proud that she becomes timid only in front of you.

there are many things you can't forget. If you forget them, you will lose them, and if you lose them, you will never find them again. If you lose it at this time, will it still be the same when you pick it up at that time?

there are thousands of forms of love in the world, but none of them can start all over again.

have I asked my friends whether they are still possible?

they all told me with such determination and certainty: impossible.

without a trace of hesitation or even provocation, I didn't look forward to seeing a good show, just so indifferent and normal, as if it was impossible for me to be calm and the dust had settled. W, my dear friend, you know, when I look at you, I will see myself, what I looked like a long time ago, weak, unfilled, and easy to fall.

but I forgot him later.

when we say goodbye, it's like a flashback romance, our bodies mingle with each other to the death, as if we are desperate to fight each other, we are racing against time, we are saying goodbye to the past, we vent with lust in a way that seems intense and vigorous, as if there will be no turning back.

We say "I love you", "I love you" and "I love you" many times, whispering and growling in our ears, eyes and bodies, they rise and fall on us, waiting for a chance to see who is still hiding something.

We don't talk about love for a long time, but we just don't dare to forget it.

this feeling is like a tug-of-war between two people, where we each pull the rope back, and the forces interact with each other, so we balance in a straight line, clench our teeth, stare closely at the opponent, and just wait for each other to look slightly wrong, then let go immediately. Those who let go first will not get hurt, and those who let go later will sit on the ground.

competing with each other, he frowned and was going to do it. I know.

I know him too well.

during the 0.001-second standoff, I clung to the rope and I couldn't let it go.

cannot be played.

Don't forget.

you see, my dear friend, I finally came back to life.

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so you will, too.

he will fall in love with another girl, you will fall in love with someone else, and everything else will not change. the moment you get up from the ground, you pat the dust on your ass, and you may be embarrassed for a moment when you stand up. You must have sympathy in his eyes. Poor man, he has lost someone who loves him.  

what happened to the story? he guessed our purpose. I was caught face-to-face like a thief. W sat next to me, I let her hold my phone, and greatly contributed my phone password, let her receive messages at will.

there is no news, and there has been no news for a long time.

We sang one love song after another in KTV's box, the alcohol fermented in the cup, the light turned to her face, and I couldn't see the expression clearly. But what does it matter? I am drunk today, my mobile phone has been very quiet, who else is looking forward to it?

just ordinary people.

even this feeling is mundane and tasteless.

when he got up the next day, he replied:

-he went to bed early yesterday.

when it comes to emotions, can you still want to see

"I like gentle people so much."

I really want to fall in love.

Don't get married before the age of 30

passive people fall in love.

you used to be really nice to me.