Last night, after seeing some messages, I knew it was intentional and targeted. At last, the hard heart made a complete end of the matter, anything that could have a bite to the relationship has been completely deleted. It seemed to be a relief, and it didn't seem to be. Yes, how many people can bear such a thing? Ask yourself: can I? The answer is: definitely not. So, what qualifications do I have to say? How can you force others to do something you can't do yourself? I seem to be relieved! We are all the same people, just human. Whoever says first to be a friend, whoever it is, is not so important. What matters is that it is a mistake, and one that is doomed from the beginning. So, the end result can only be: the most familiar stranger.
Remember you once told me "as long as you are happy, I will bless you." The impression has been very deep. At that time I was very moved, moved tears, very silly! I think this is also the reason why we can keep our relationship together. I thought you really made me a friend. I thought you really didn't care. So, I will tell you everything that is silly, whether it is happy or unhappy, and I want to share it with you. I thought you would understand, you will understand. It was all just "I thought". B: I see.
People always like this, always willing to grow up when they have a bad time, to think of the old people's advice. I did not suffer, you just earned my worthless tears, only so. Thank you for letting me grow. Thank you for letting me know what is not worth. You can't understand the feeling of a man standing in the rain holding an umbrella, cold, and waiting for five or six minutes. How difficult it is for those who want to treat the enemy as a friend, and how difficult it is to change the process, and you won't understand it. Because we are not the same people all the time, we are not real friends from beginning to end. That, everything is just an illusion, perfect illusion.
Of course, I've hurt you too. I have also let you take a long time to bear the injury that should not belong to you. I can't find the right words to express myself except to say "I'm sorry", and I don't want to look for it anymore. Because, those are already past, those I also already don't care. One newspaper return a newspaper, hehe, really fair. Goodbye, my illusion! Good-bye, my worthless, meaningless tears!
Goodbye and no more!