After hesitating for a long time, I chose to sit alone on the bench in the community square and not disturb anyone.

When you are sad, you can only cry secretly alone, so that you can see the sunshine of tomorrow.

I often longed for him to be by my side, and even though I hadn't met him in person, he always had a magic that made me suspect that I had been tricked.

His maturity is something I can't learn, and it's something I don't want to learn, it's okay for one person between two people to be mature enough, and it's not good to have more.

But it didn't bother our relationship, he wouldn't do anything for me, and I had to leave a little room for myself, and I didn't want to break the status quo, because there might be nothing in the future.

I was disappointed, deliberately did it, kept saying that I was going to leave him, deliberately did not answer his calls, but these were all small tricks that I could understand at a glance, but I still enjoyed it, and of course he understood, so the game was no fun, and I had to put away my thoughts, and I was not qualified.

When I wanted to talk about the relationship, his answer really made me a little helpless, because I knew that it was the case and that there was nothing I could do to make up for it.

So I chose to keep the right distance and maintain this seemingly peaceful relationship, I know that in a relationship, there will always be people who choose to endure silently, aside from the original vigor, I can't understand what he did, and I just feel that I have restrained a lot.

Sitting alone on a bench in the square, I thought that writing something might calm me down, and indeed, the anger in my heart was gone, and I thought that if it was in a fantasy novel, I would definitely use books to enter the Tao, earn a good fortune, and be transcendent, but unfortunately, this is not the case, the only thing that writing for me is to soothe my soul, whether it is good or bad, everything does not seem so bad.

I've always been amorous, I've always had such a personality, I lack real love, I'm autistic, I'm selfish, I'm going to chase even if it's a bubble, and I'm even sad because of it, even if I know it's all fake from the beginning.

Without the wind, I would not be free, and the only thing I could do was to roll up the sand and stones in my heart.

Isn't it the joy of writing that I am in a much better mood, and I think that few people are as lucky as me to find a path that suits them, although this road seems so narrow and has little future, but fortunately, it is flat, and there are wooden stakes on the side of the road from time to time for rest.

Let me see that no one seems to have walked here, maybe I am the first person, which means that the future is unpredictable, and I am not afraid.