This is a letter to you on day 791. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

I never thought I'd say anything that didn't matter to you today, just an explanation of how long I've lived.

So I wrote about these boring pasts sentimentally.

For 791 days, I stood like a lonely watchman at the door you turned to leave, looking forward to your shadow again.

I was unwilling, blaming fate for letting us meet at the wrong time, so that we just met in a hurry and then separated in a hurry.

I left the place where we met with my dreams, never giving up or looking back.

It's just a few days separated by 460 kilometers, maybe it's a rumor, maybe it's the fear of virtual words, maybe it's your disappointment that I didn't stand up, but it seems that I never did

I thought about it just because you didn't love me then.

Although you left, it planted the seed of unwillingness in my heart, and I was unwilling to leave like this, and left in a hurry when there was not even a story worth remembering.

I silently said in my heart: wait for me to go back, where we met.

At this point, I began to stand in front of that gate and keep watch.

I'd rather struggle in loneliness, roll in loneliness than leave the door.

It's just that no one has told me anything about you anymore.

I'm just counting down, counting down every day before I meet you again.

Finally, the dream was shattered 460 kilometers away.

So I hated the city 460 kilometers away, it not only shattered my dreams but also made me lose you.

It's just that I'm still able to go back to where we met, and I've always believed that if we pass through those virtual and unforgiving words in that steaming soil

When you look at each other again on the ground, I'm sure I'll be able to get you back to me.

I waited quietly in front of the door that day, and I knew that I would meet you again on this day here.

So, you show up again.

You have long hair, and you seem to be much gentler.

I can't wait to walk forward, shout your name, and appear in front of you.

I didn't have a warm hug, but at least your news has reappeared in my life.

I try to probe your past when you disappeared from my life.

You've got a boyfriend, a colleague you met at work.

Looking at the image of him kissing you in the photo, I was filled with grief and indignation, and couldn't help but sneer; This grandson.

Although he doesn't deserve you because he looks bad, at least it's your choice.

At that time, I only blamed fate for making me appear at the wrong time.

It was the 382nd day.

Soon after, you broke up, and I think it was suddenly another break into your world.

This time I was like a fighting Spartan warrior.

I am clothed in armor and spear in hand, and I am the warrior who swears to take you back.

I'm happy on every date and I seem to have found that piece of the puzzle that I'm missing.

I enjoy it, and every day I wake up from a sweet dream about you, and I feel as if the dawn of victory is in front of my eyes. I even sighed that the goddess of luck was finally willing to favor me.

It's just that while I was indulging in my dreams, you told you a story about him.

He's just my next one.

He's so ugly.

How he compares my tenderness to you.

He can't bear to hurt you.

He has no remorse.

He's not as good as I am to you.

But you told me how you wanted to be gentle with him.

How and how you want to feed him good wine.

How do you want to be with him?

How you want to give it all for him.

Do you know how you broke my heart?

I left, and I didn't want to look back at the moment.

It was one day before the 791st day.

Later, I also tried to wander the world in search of flowers and mates.

I also wanted to find someone to accompany me in the morning and evening.

It's just that every time it matters, I let it go.

I'm wondering if you still love me, but you're just ashamed to speak.

I looked back and walked into the soul-devouring black hole.

You said that you are still alone, and you are also used to being a single couple, traveling alone and sleeping alone, and having food and clothing and worrying alone.

I said that I am too, one travels and one walks, one dreams and one rests.

I thought I should take a step forward, so I was enthusiastic, but you were indifferent to refuse.

I guess maybe it wasn't enough, so I hollowed out my mind to fill in the wood and make a fire.

But it never melts you in the slightest.

You say we're friends.

Friend.

Then I will toast you with a glass of wine, and no one will be left behind.

This is the 791st day, and I want to end my attachment to you.

Maybe I won't wait for you any longer and won't look back.

Maybe I don't love you that much, but I'm just moved by my own dreams.

—A letter from day 791.

I wrote her a farewell letter and haven't been in touch since.

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