My friend, I suddenly feel a little sad knowing that you are doing well. The mobile phone rang countless times, but it was no longer a familiar number. As time goes by, I gradually fade out of your world, and finally you don't need me anymore.
What you said no longer appears in my name, nor does it stay as before. Without me, you always feel that there is something missing in your circle of friends. You gradually get back to your old self, and what you write is all about your new life fun with her. Photos of you and others have gradually replaced our past, and it takes countless pages to find our mark. When your new world appears, she will accompany you to do the little things in life every day, and your circle of friends will occasionally make a little fight with you. After class, you will still choose a good-looking book in the library and read it quietly. When the museum is closed, you will put down the book and talk to her about the wonderful climax of the book on the way to the canteen.
You habitually listen quietly and occasionally agree with her. When she finishes, say the book you read. Tell me what you think of that book until you wait in line for dinner in the canteen. Under the questioning eyes of other students, we smiled at each other and agreed to continue to be bookworms tomorrow. We are still used to eating our favorite hot and sour powder in the familiar snack street during the holiday. When I drink bottle after bottle of water in tears, I swear to God that I won't eat this food either, but I can continue to order this snack next time. I am still used to holding her hand gently at the intersection without traffic lights and walking through the intersection where cars are coming and going.
My friend, I am suddenly a little sad to hear that you are doing well. Do you still have those subtle habits, do you still want to remember our past, and do you deliberately restore all the good things before? It's just that everyone around you has done this with you, not me. And gradually replaced by her.
When you do these things again, you will think less and less of me, and you will only occasionally see the vague shadow of our laughter on those familiar roads. Now you have gradually let go, forget me and accept her. In the passing time, I gradually understand that there is only one good thing in the past.
I will occasionally think of the past and often look at everything about you. I am a little sad to see that you are doing well, but only when you are getting better and better will I feel at ease.