After that, I dare not touch everything about you again. I am afraid that I will think of you, and even more afraid. I put all the things you sent away in the corner that I can't see. I dare not touch them again. I want to delete all the memories about you from my mind, but I can't do it. I can hear and see something. It's clearly irrelevant to you, but I still have to turn a few corners to think of you. I tell you, I want to lose my memory, forget everything about you, or let me wake up and remember everything, except for everything about you, my friends constantly blame me and persuade me. Then I make up my mind to stop thinking about you, but occasionally, all my thoughts about you come to me unconsciously. In these days, I have insomnia and tears in the middle of the night, but I still have to go to work as if nothing happened the next day. Under the pressure of, I pretend that I am very, and I will not pay attention to these things. However, all of this is only self-knowledge. In fact, I'm not so strong, but I know that no matter how much I compromise, how good or how I change, you won't come back to me. I'm trying not to make myself your beggar, that's all. You think I'm strong enough to be free. I love you, but I don't know how to treat you, because one of your words we can't be together, has already defeated me deeply. I have my self-esteem, I also have my pride, but for you, no self-esteem, no pride at all. I have always been humble in love to the dust can also blossom, so I keep paying, forgive. I forgot that in love, I also need to be proud. I need that fragile self-esteem. In this love, I have nothing but the pride you may never care about. I love you and fear you. Yes, because I care about you so much, you will leave me. For your leaving, you said it was fate, so absurd, fate, I smiled and wept. That's what you think of all of us over the past three years. How ironic. I'm 23 years old two days before the Chinese Valentine's day. I've been waiting for you for a long time. As long as you have a short rest, I'm willing to be reckless with you. But you don't get up in the morning, and I haven't received any blessings from you until I go to bed at night. Only friends and family keep wishing me birthday. I think, maybe you are too busy, I'll wait until 12 o'clock in the evening. You I still didn't call or even send a text message. That night, I didn't fall asleep. Then I secretly cried in the quilt. I never let myself be proud, but my parents always regarded me as a treasure. In front of you, I put down my self-esteem, and you still have to leave.