Wishing you all the best, and wishing myself happiness too, without mentioning any debts owed, thank you for having met.

I'm not afraid of others stabbing me in the back, I'm afraid that looking back, the people who stabbed me are the people I treated with my heart. I'm not afraid of telling my best friend my innermost thoughts, I'm afraid that when I look back, he'll treat them as jokes to tell others. The most heartbreaking distance between people is when they were originally very far apart, unfamiliar with each other, and suddenly one day they became acquainted, fell in love, and the distance became very close. Then one day, they no longer loved each other, and the distance between the two people who were originally very close became even further, even more distant than before.

Waiting for a ship at the airport, endlessly distant, just like me standing at the place where we first met, ridiculous to the point of being laughable. I like you like Tang Seng going to the West to take the scriptures, having to go through nine nine eight one difficulties, and Tang Seng finally obtained the scriptures. I, however, didn't get to marry you. Initially, I only thought it was a passerby, but unexpectedly became my beloved. I once thought the most beloved was the end of strangers, but it turned out to be just a passerby.

We always habitually like someone, but in the end, we often find that only ourselves are moved. I think, perhaps, there's no love within habitual liking, only humiliation, so we become so painful. Love is like multiplication, if one side is zero, the result will always be zero. I like you so much, I couldn't even finish three sentences, but you didn't even say a word. You ignored my feelings, didn't care about my enthusiasm, or even didn't pay attention to my frustration and sadness, but every effort is limited, you know how miserably I lost when I was serious? I don't want love anymore, neither of us should.

You often say to let go of him, but you always can't help but pick it up and savor it. If the road is impassable, why don't you turn back? If you don't love someone, why don't you let go? My warmth in life is limited, I gave it all to you, but you left me, making it impossible for me to smile again. You can ignore my feelings, you can't care about my enthusiasm, or even don't pay attention to my frustration and sadness, but every effort is limited, you know how miserably I lost when I was serious? I don't want love anymore, neither of us should.

There's always a place, a person, that makes you linger and don't want to let go. There's always a person, a single 'no,' that makes you heartbroken and unforgettable. I loved, I went crazy, I was silly, I persisted, but in the end, it was just me. Some people poured their hearts out to you, you pretended not to see, because you didn't like it. Some people poured your heart out to you, and you pretended not to feel pain, because you loved. You poured your heart out to me, and I didn't respond. I didn't respond to you.

Everyone is the same, getting hurt repeatedly makes people less proactive, not because you don't love him anymore, just tired of it. People who have passed away are like moldy bread, fermented milk, overnight tea, even if you remember the beauty of the past, you can't restore its original appearance. Things we forget are often the happiest; things we remember are often the most painful. I pretend to be strong in my mouth, my tears surrender in my eyes. Liar to others, but not to myself. I didn't actually become as strong as I thought.

I was sincerely trying, but I don't want to say the ending. I wish you all the best, and I wish myself happiness, without any regrets, thank you for meeting. Remembering old friends always gets hurt, like waiting for an old acquaintance to say 'still there?' Just because you remember the old, how long will he remember you? I fell in love with someone who was fundamentally unattainable, he's like a short-sleeved winter coat and a cotton coat in summer, like the sun cannot appear twice in the sky, like a dead person will not be reborn, but even knowing these facts, I still wanted to insist.

I am Ping Ping, grateful for life, sharing happiness, answering every question carefully, making friends with everyone sincerely, thank you for reading, if you agree, please forward and like, thank you for following the headline: Ping Ping's love!

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