The second letter Break up

I know I should not dwell on the past, but I cannot help it; there is no way around it. I keep thinking of him, thinking of him, thinking of him, recalling so many beautiful moments from the past

After a long wait, the school year finally began, and I thought that once we met, we could be together again. I waited for him in the cold wind for a long time. He came to school with a few good friends, and upon seeing me, he merely nodded slightly and said "Hi".

You will never be alone forever

I was so nervous that I didn't know what to say, remaining silent for a long time. At the last intersection before reaching home, I hurriedly found a topic to discuss and said: "Today, I ran into the security uncle at the parking shed, and they jokingly asked me if I was your girlfriend."

This feeling is truly unbearable! At first, I was so devastated that I cried uncontrollably, and after crying countless times, I found that I could no longer cry, yet this only made it worse! It feels as if I need to vomit out my internal organs to feel somewhat better! Is this feeling what people refer to as despair? My friends all say I deserve it! Who told me to pursue him actively in the first place? There are no good outcomes for girls who chase after boys. How can I defend myself? Is it wrong to like someone? Is it wrong to actively pursue love? Who doesn't want a happy ending? Initially, when I liked him, I only told two or three of my closest friends, and they swore to keep it a secret and not tell anyone else.

I truly like him, I like the way his clothes flutter when he rides a bicycle with me, I like the way he jumps while playing basketball, I like the way his eyes curve when he smiles, I like the way he proudly twirls his pen while explaining math problems to me, I like the way he taps my head and makes funny faces at me

Oh my goodness, I am about to go crazy. I patiently typed out the names of all the boys I have had a crush on, pursued openly, been with, and not been with since childhood, and they were all wrong. It seems reasonable to think that when I like someone, I must have given them some unique nickname that only I know.

Sender: Feifei, 18 years old, a fan of Liang Jingru, wishes to attend her concert

Can I still get him back

We have been together for a semester, and we have had several arguments of varying degrees. There are many reasons: Why did he hardly pay attention to me today? Why didn't he refuse when another girl asked him about math problems?

Those winters filled with snow, that boy without an umbrella, that vow blocked by the door, that farewell covered by snow

Alright, the grand principles have all been discussed. Regardless of whether you feel any better, there is nothing more I can do. Let me have one last cry, as I am also going through a heartbreak.

Yet my heart is so overjoyed because of just this one word

Look, I have already forgotten the person for whom you and I loved so deeply that we included him in the "password recovery question". Look, now I think of that boy from ten years ago, the one who made you love him with such heart-wrenching intensity that you would have given up the whole world for him, and my heart has become so indifferent that it no longer stirs a single ripple.

If only there were a time machine in the world, it could allow us to skip over the most painful days of our lives and go directly to the light and carefree tomorrow

After the start of the school year, I cannot help but go see him. When I cannot see him, I become lost in thought, not knowing where my soul has gone. My grades have dropped significantly, and I really want to break free from this state. I want to study hard and attend the same university as him, but my mind feels as if it has been robbed, leaving it completely empty

How could he say to let go and just let go? At the very moment he uttered those words, all the beautiful moments truly ceased to exist! I will never be able to love anyone else again. I want to marry him, I want to spend my life with him. It wouldn't work with anyone else.

Reply from my future self ten years later

In the end, all I can do is sit in front of the computer, listening to melancholic love songs, and write a letter to my past self who experienced heartbreak ten years ago. Alright, let me comfort you with those "I understand the reasoning, but I just can't do it" principles. You asked me three questions, and the answers are: cannot, do not love, and do not know. Please, it has already been a full ten years! Do you really think you are so great that you can love someone for ten years? Stop thinking about it; you should have forgotten that person eight hundred years ago. Who they are with now is none of your business. You asked me three questions, and the answers are: cannot, do not love, and do not know. Please, it has already been a full ten years! Do you really think you are so great that you can love someone for ten years? Stop thinking about it; you should have forgotten that person eight hundred years ago. Who they are with now is none of your business. Shaw once wrote that at this moment on Earth, there are about twenty thousand people suitable to be your life partner, it just depends on which one you encounter first. However, you must also believe that when he says "I love you," he means it sincerely. So, is it really that you do not love? Why be foolish enough to use someone else's mistakes to hurt yourself? By the way, I remembered something interesting. Some time ago, I wanted to find some information and went to a forum I used to frequent long ago. Of course, I had long forgotten the password, so I clicked on "Retrieve Password." However, you must also believe that when he says "I love you," he means it sincerely. So, is it really that you do not love? Why be foolish enough to use someone else's mistakes to hurt yourself? By the way, I remembered something interesting. Some time ago, I wanted to find some information and went to a forum I used to frequent long ago. Of course, I had long forgotten the password, so I clicked on "Retrieve Password." The question for retrieving the password was "What is the name of my beloved?"

Does he still love me

Despite the arguments, the relationship between the two of us has been improving. I have clearly become less petty and no longer throw tantrums at the slightest provocation. He has gradually started to care more about me, making me feel that I truly am his girlfriend, different from other girls

But why is it that one can suddenly say it's over and just end it

He told me during the winter break, and after hanging up the phone, I was in a daze for a long time. It was only ten words, but why did it feel like ten knives were stabbing at my heart

I still clearly remember the day we were together. It was a Wednesday evening, after evening classes, I was riding my bike home when the tire burst on the road. I had no choice but to stop and push the bike. When he passed by, he saw me and also stopped to push the bike.

I stand tall, untroubled and unafraid

I do not understand, why can he say he no longer loves me and just stop loving? We used to be so good together, unable to help but smile foolishly when we saw each other, having each other felt like having the whole world. He repeatedly told me that he loved me. Is this his love? I am so angry, angry at his insincerity, angry that everything he said was false, angry that he is truly a heartless person! But what I hate the most is that even though I know he is this kind of person, I still cannot help but want to find him, to plead for him to come back. I am so angry, angry at his insincerity, angry that everything he said was false, angry that he is truly a heartless person! But what I hate the most is that even though I know he is this kind of person, I still cannot help but want to find him, to plead for him to come back. My friends scold me for being foolish, like a clown, I know it too, and I also hate this side of myself, feeling disgusted. But all my determination and vows crumble the moment I see him! I am so weak, so in love with him, and I cannot help it! I really want to go back to the past. Is it because I did something wrong in the past, annoyed him and made him dislike me, that it turned out this way? I am so weak, so in love with him, and I cannot help it! I really want to go back to the past. Is it because I did something wrong in the past, annoyed him and made him dislike me, that it turned out this way? Why can't we start over? If we could start over, I would definitely cherish it more, treat him a little better, and create a little more happy times.

It has been agreed that next time, we must strive to love with effort, seriousness, and wholeheartedness

Ah, upon seeing your letter, I am truly on the verge of tears. What is going on! Both my past self from ten years ago and my present self are experiencing heartbreak! Have I truly maxed out my heartbreak skills? Am I the embodiment of the legend that states "every time I fall in love, it inevitably falls apart"? This year I am already 27 years old; at 27, one must retain some dignity even in heartbreak. I cannot drag my good friends along to cry uncontrollably or drown my sorrows in alcohol, as they have all started their own families. This year I am already 27 years old; at 27, one must retain some dignity even in heartbreak. I cannot drag my good friends along to cry uncontrollably or drown my sorrows in alcohol, as they have all started their own families. I cannot spend the night scrolling through our past photos and the messages we exchanged, as I have to work the next day. I cannot update my status on social media repeatedly to vent my sadness, as that would make me seem like a fool.

Can you tell me what to do? I am really feeling so sad that I could die

I hide under the blanket and cry, afraid to let my parents know. The news says this year is a rare warm winter, but perhaps I am the only one who finds it terrifyingly cold

I have experienced a breakup. I feel as if I am on the verge of death! I cannot eat anything, I cannot sleep, my mind is completely blank, as if I have developed temporary amnesia

He was silent for about two or three seconds, then said: "Next time they ask you like that, just say yes." I was stunned for a long time, not knowing how many cycles the traffic light had changed. By the time I fully reacted, he was already laughing so hard he was about to fall over, reaching out to pat my head. I really remember it very clearly, every expression of his, the slight upward curve of his lips, the way he looked into my eyes. That evening it had just rained, there were puddles on the ground, and stepping into them, the water splashed up to my ankles without feeling dirty. I really remember it very clearly, every expression of his, the slight upward curve of his lips, the way he looked into my eyes. That evening it had just rained, there were puddles on the ground, and stepping into them, the water splashed up to my ankles without feeling dirty

I was about to go crazy, unable to resist picking up the phone to call him. When he answered, I started crying, unable to get a single coherent sentence out. After a while, he hung up, so I called back, but this time, before I could even say a word, he hung up again.

To my future self in ten years

There is no longer any need to agonize over whether love was ever present, nor is it necessary to dwell on the separation. Having walked a certain distance together, since the path we took cannot be retraced, you must learn to let go and move forward, regardless of whether the road ahead is a bottomless abyss or a vast prairie.

As soon as I close my eyes, his words echo in my ears: "Let's break up, I no longer love you"

I waited until the evening, turned on the radio, and listened to the host playing music and telling stories. He said: "The love of student days is the purest, and first love is something that one can cherish for a lifetime"

Who is he with ten years from now

The beautiful future you once promised will surely be accompanied by someone else

Then, not long after, the whole class knew about this matter, including him, of course. Is this my fault again? Since everyone knows, what is wrong with simply admitting it? When I see someone I like, I can't help but smile and treat him well; what is wrong with that?