In the process of forgetting, we usually go through several processes. First, when this relationship just broke down, we were both proud of each other and vowed never to look back, thinking that the other party would definitely stay.
Car-scrapping for a while, I found that the other party didn't stay, and I began to feel a little flustered. But in my heart, I still tried to comfort myself, but I didn't even keep it. This is love rat (love rat), and I am not important. I lamented that youth fed the dog, felt that I was worthless, and made up my mind to forget each other. The slogan shouted "Bye-bye, the next one will be better".
After a while, I was obsessed with forgetting, but I couldn't forget it. Some people always come to mind inadvertently, occupying the whole mind. I often think of those happy things and can't help raising my mouth. I feel very wronged when I think of that unhappy period. The whole person is full of joy and sorrow, like a madman.
Later, I found that time seemed unable to cure myself, so I looked forward to saving myself with a new relationship. So I used my circle of friends and all the interpersonal relationships around me to try to find a new relationship and stir up a ripple for my ordinary life. The fact is, interpersonal relationships are really strong, and many people have begun to walk into your life, but unfortunately, these people have not been able to accompany you through a journey, just passing by. You always say it's inappropriate, but only you know it. You said you were going to start a new journey, and your heart was really honest in the past.
After many years, I have been wandering for half my life. Maybe I'm still alone in the end, maybe there's a suitable person around me, no matter how easy it is to talk about, but that expired relationship finally became Zhu Shazhi in my heart.
An expired relationship, like a favorite crystal ball on the bedside table, accompanies you to sleep peacefully every night and gradually becomes a part of life. Suddenly one day, I accidentally broke it. Because I really like it, I can't bear to give up. It feels like even broken glass is a dream. It was not until one day that broken glass cut its hand and saw blood that it made up its mind to put it away and put it in the innermost part of the cabinet.
After many years, you have a new glass ball and have a good dream with you every night. The original glass fragments are missing, maybe they are still in the cupboard, or they have been discarded in the trash can when moving. It is impossible to prove their exact location, but the scar on the index finger of the left hand is always clearly visible.