I picked up the phone and put it down, put it down and picked it up again.

I have a lot of things to say to you, but I don’t want to disturb you. I’m afraid of disturbing you. Do you understand my caution?

Do you know? In fact, everything I said to you was only the first half of the sentence.

If possible, I really hope that one day you can understand the second half of my unspoken sentence.

Will there ever be such a day?

Will the day come when you understand that I hesitate to speak?

I hope so, but I’m afraid not.

Perhaps, saying only the first half of the sentence to you is my best effort to convince myself to restrain my last bit of stubbornness towards you, and it is also the best distance between us that I can maintain. .

The best distance between you and me is always in the first half of the sentence.

However, the second half of the sentence was never sent to you.

Because you said: So be it.

Yes, that’s it. As soon as you said these words, you know that you have exhausted all my courage!

Is the second half of my sentence still important?

However, I still haven’t sent this sentence to you. After all you said: don’t think about it.

I reply to you without any hesitation: Okay, I don’t want to.

You see, I am so obedient and yet so duplicitous.

So much so that I started to feel sorry for myself.

But you ask: Are steps important?

I blurted out: It’s not important!

So, I finally said: Good luck.

The second half of the sentence: Don’t disturb each other.

Unfortunately, I was never able to send you the second half of the sentence, because I didn’t want to make you sad with such heartless words.

After all, I am still too soft-hearted.

You said: If you have a stomachache, you will drink hot water. If you drink too much, you will sit quietly on the roadside, sitting quietly.

This sentence makes me sad.

I remembered that I once sat on the roadside at night, looking at the dim lights, lamenting that the moon in the sky was accompanied by stars, but I could only be accompanied by shadows.

Because I am lonely, I don’t want the people I love to be lonely too.

We are all very much like two children, being tough on each other when we get into trouble.

After all, I couldn’t say the second half of the sentence to you.

It is a regret, a refuge, and a leeway.

Perhaps leaving the other party is the best ending.

I had no choice but to compromise like this. I didn’t block or delete it, but I deleted all traces of your existence on my phone.

This is my last stubbornness.

Write at the end:

This is a contribution from a friend.

I wonder if you feel the slightest bit of empathy after reading it?

At first, I browsed briefly, and my first impression was hazy and vague.

Later, she asked me: "Can't you see anything but blur?"

Of course there is! But I didn’t study it carefully and didn’t want to jump to conclusions.

Then she reminded me with the words "The moon in the sky is accompanied by stars, but I only need my own shadow to accompany me." I understand this feeling of wanting to be understood, but even though I feel in my heart There are thousands of words to say, but I won’t express too much.

Some feelings cannot be expressed in words.

So, I responded concisely with the word "loneliness". It carries too much, seems to have a clear meaning, and seems to have deviated from the channel.

It’s not important anymore.

Only when I took a closer look today did I realize that in addition to the unspeakable loneliness, there are also many factors that make people feel distressed.

Not only in love, there are also too many "last words" that are unspoken or have no chance to be spoken in life.

Unfortunately, too many people’s true feelings are hidden in the second half of the sentence.

Only saying the first half of the sentence to you is the best distance between us.

The second half of the sentence, I just leave the bitterness and sweetness to myself.

Wish you: Good morning!