Who would do that to themselves? No one will admit it, except for the heartbroken, or the schizophrenic.

Sadism, one is physical abuse, the other is mental abuse, and those who are physically and mentally exhausted will become self-abused.

Countless times you will think of him, what will you think of him? Of course, you will think of him as a person, think about our past, what happened in the past? Wait for me to lead you through the path you have traveled and the things you have done.

From the downstairs of my dormitory, he used to stand there waiting for me, only to see me tidy up, happily, jumping, running to him, there were too many people downstairs in the dormitory, I was not too embarrassed to hug him like that, but I was holding his hand instead, warm. He has always spoiled me, what a pet method, I can't say it, maybe when you find the person who likes you, you will understand, he is in the same good mood as me.

Hand in hand through a tortuous path, he especially likes to go around, does not like to take the road, holding his hand by him led me, the plum tree on the side of the road hung fruit, I looked at a few more times, he relied on the height advantage, raised his hand to pick a few, but did not take the initiative to give me, to wait for me to beg him, so I learned to be coquettish, the plum is not ripe, slightly sour, eat a bite straight frown, but he laughed very happily, angry and pretended to ignore him, but he knew that it was my habitual trick, coaxing it.

Gracefully came to a noodle restaurant, which is where we often come and where we eat together for the first time. Two portions of the same noodles, he has a big portion, I also have a large portion, I can't eat all the food to him, he never dislikes me to eat the leftovers, so I think of my parents at home, they don't dislike me. After eating, he will prepare the napkin, a piece of paper in half, mine is usually always small, ask him why, he will always say: I eat less, and my mouth is small, no need to waste paper. I can't talk about him, his reasons are always strange, struggling and grabbing, fighting, I don't know how many neighboring diners ate the dog food we spilled, or cursed us behind our backs to show affection, and die quickly.

After eating, he is usually going to the lake to walk, he is easy to sweat when eating, and his hands are also, a little wet, but also warm, at this time I usually pull him, he is a little lazy, especially after eating, every time I have to drag before he is willing to go, but he is not fat, the figure is just right, there are no abdominal muscles, but there is no fat. When I was tired of walking, I found a chair and sat down, leaning on his shoulder, and I could smell him when I turned sideways, and I asked him what it was, and he said, "That's the smell of laundry detergent." I really can't speak, it's better to say that it's the taste of love, or it's the taste of liking you, the taste of laundry detergent, how earthy, how uninteresting, but he is like this, always by my side.

I couldn't see the picture of the two of them together anymore, who proposed the breakup? Of course it was him, I loved him so much, how could he say that, I didn't know how to say the breakup, but I was unfortunate enough to hear it.

The days are still long, and there is no one downstairs waiting for me to eat; the plum tree on the roadside bears fruit again, but I can't reach it, I don't know whether the taste is sweet or sour; the noodle shop has been renovated, and it no longer sells noodles, but instead sells stir-fried vegetables; the chairs by the lake are full of people, but I can't see the two of us, and I can't lean on my shoulders anymore.

The breakup was said on the phone, you are also out of town, I'm afraid I'm spoiled by you, I don't know what to do when I hear the news, I know, your heart has changed, you don't start like that anymore, you chose to ignore the message I sent, and it took three or four days to reply to a short message, under the pretext that I was busy with work and didn't see it.

I became a person, I forgot to eat breakfast, lunch is also tasteless, dinner is good, but waiting for you to accompany me, the usual dinner we always have to be together, not you wait for me or I wait for you, now I am waiting, and you are not coming.

I'm getting thinner, I'm lazy and listless all day long, and I feel that life is boring, and that's because I don't have you, you are so important.

I think of you over and over again, the small roads I have walked, the food stalls I have eaten, the hot pot buffet, the fast food restaurant, because of you, those places have meaning.

Deeply, over and over again, masochistic to one's body and mind, exhausted. I'm sick, I can't take good care of myself without you, come and scold me, wake me up, let me see you again, listen to your voice, my illness will be cured soon.

Written to the man surnamed Wu, never forget, accompanied by a lone shadow!