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Of course, I didn't take the initiative to go to L.

I've completely reversed the "broken love" mentality, and I believe it's a growth for us. The feelings of the two adults have been confused and intertwined and resonated at the same frequency, and the rest should not be helplessness and pain. Now, if I no longer have contact with L, in my heart, there will be no regrets and losses. But for L, he may feel that this breakup is not fundamentally different from the previous times&MDAH, and if he really thinks so, I understand. In the end, the choice is up to him.

My heart was naked and open, like a mother waiting for her child, waiting for his anger to subside, for an opportune moment&mdah, if he still wanted to know something. I'm not anxious at all, and I'm not worried that he won't forgive me&mdah;in my heart, I've forgiven him, and myself. Just a few days ago, I was worried that I would cry when I saw L again, and I was afraid that I would be embarrassed by a chance encounter in the workplace, and I was unwilling not to hear what he was saying...... But now, with a smile on my face, I put my hands behind my back and put away all my weapons in my chest, waiting for his attack or forgiveness. When the heart is truly strong, people will become soft.

My relationship with Y has never been more harmonious.

We went to the musical opera "Cats" together, and when the famous "memory" was sung, my eyes were moist.

We bought groceries, cooked together, cleaned up the house, and I washed the little forked rabbit in the closet and hung it up, and it was very funny and cute to see it hidden in the middle of a pile of clothes.

We are still determined to have children in the second half of the year.

Three months later, I waited for L's signal &mdah;s saying that L was going to be Dong and invited us to dinner. He was very careful to try, perhaps thinking of reconciliation.

After all, he walked away in a fit of rage and didn't know my attitude. Meeting with a third person in the presence of a third person allows him to see my attitude clearly without being embarrassed.

I didn't give this signal in response.

This is not the message I wanted.

Actually, I know very well that if I am willing to go back in time, l will only be better for me. I don't know what his zodiac sign has to do with his personality, but L is not a man who is willing to change his mind and compromise, and no matter what the reason he tries to win me back, I can still put on a good show of wanting to get away with it.

I can't say I don't love him.

Yet I didn't go. I sat on the couch at home and watched a movie with Y.

I never imagined that the last time I saw L, it would be in that way. That's why I came up with this story in the first place. To be exact, it should be the last time L and I see each other as lovers. It's dramatic, and it also has the sad romance of a French movie. If it was really made into a movie, I think this scene would have to be a long shot.

It was an industry-related creative exhibition, and I took Y with me to see it, and he was attracted by the little movie in the theater, and we made an appointment to meet at the door at noon. Then I continued to wander around the major venues, and then I saw L's back in the exhibition hall where people came and went.

He stood there alone with his hands behind his back, looking at an information board about product features, and the soft yellow light above hit his shirt in an irregular semicircle.

This is my last memory of l's relationship with love. His back looked a little tired, a little rickety, thin and clear. I looked at the man I had loved silently for a long time, my heart beat a little faster, and I quietly walked to his side, as if I was afraid of waking up the chick in the eggshell. Until the two of them stood shoulder to shoulder, looking at the subtitles in front of them.

l turned his head, he should have been taken aback, I didn't look at him. I was still a little scared in my heart, afraid that he would immediately throw his hands and leave. In the end, if I don't get forgiveness, I'll still be a little disappointed.

By the time I turned my head to look at him a little later, L was already pretending to be looking straight ahead again. I kept staring at the side of his face, my eyelashes flickering, my eyes moving upward, and my chin raised proudly, but I saw tears in his eyes.

looks very aggrieved.

I turned my head to look at the board in front of me and stood a little closer to him. After a moment, I hesitated to take his left hand, as if comforting. I felt a little trembling in both hands. There were a lot of people coming and going, but it seemed like there were just the two of us left.

After a moment's pause, he automatically and consciously clasped my fingers. At this time, my eyes were hot, and I thought: How can the background music at this moment not be the tango music in "Smell the Fragrance and Know the Woman"! We didn't say anything, and we didn't look at each other again. All feelings come from the warmth of each other's palms.

He squeezed my hand tightly. At that moment, I remembered the first time we held hands, in L's car. There is only desire, and it is tasteless.

Today, a few years later, when we all put our turbulent emotions on our faces quietly, this handshake seems to have everything but lust.

I still shed a few tears, and L still didn't see it. We kept our eyes straight ahead. Two silent figures stood in front of an electronic screen for about twenty minutes.

"Are you really leaving?" His palms asked.

"Hmm." My palm replied, "Forgive me, okay." ”

L's palms don't speak. I kind of know what he's trying to say: I've never blamed you.

All other questions are redundant. I didn't ask, he didn't answer, it was as if the palms of two people were silently snuggling up and looking ahead. I carefully experienced the change in the power in L's hands, from suppressed grievances to warm sorrows, and I knew that he could learn to let go.

Finally, I scraped twice with my thumb in the center of his hand, which was a bit playful.

We ended the conversation. The two men looked at each other.

I smiled, "I'm leaving." ”

l stared at me persistently and did not let go.

I made up a little lie: "My husband is waiting for me over there." ”

So L let me go.

I looked back as I was leaving, and saw that he was still standing there looking at the introduction, but with his hands in front of him. I don't know what was going on in his mind at this point, but this time I was relieved to know that he wasn't holding a grudge against the relationship anymore. The best ending turns out that it is not necessary to say "I love you" to each other. I looked at his back for a long time, and this was the first time I saw L, but I didn't have any desire. It's like looking at a sad and dear person who is about to sail away.

It's over.

I dreamed about this meeting many times later. I dreamed of what followed: l caught up and hugged me, and then we happily went to buy ice cream to eat; l Squatting there and crying, I can't bear to go back and persuade with good words; l Disappeared into the sea of people.

It's over.