During the last summer vacation of my college years, everyone else was busy going out and playing, and once I ushered in my senior year, it was as if college was over, and I was busy breaking up. The ex-boyfriend is a senior at the University of Political Science and Law next door, and on the first day of admission for new students, he was in the orientation shed of the student union, pretending to be the senior of the school to receive new students, and selling the phone cards he sold part-time. Looks, it's okay, it's not good, it's not bad. Because of the close proximity of the two universities, he was familiar with our school, and I met him at that time, and at the end of that sunny August, he helped me climb six flights of stairs with my overweight luggage.

Because I was really embarrassed, I bought the phone card he sold, and recommended it to the other three girls in the dormitory. Because the phone numbers he gave us were all new serial cards.

I thought I wouldn't have anything to do with him again, so I was a little surprised when I got a text from him. And then the plot may be as you can guess, the love story of a primary school girl who went to study alone and a senior of a neighboring school who is very good at selling herself. Just before the start of this summer vacation, I was still excited to think that the lifelong event was so happily decided, because I had already visited each other's parents and received recognition, and we could complete a lifelong event just after we finished studying.

Maybe it's because I let the family get involved in the relationship too early, so I tolerate and forgive a lot of things, such as when he is asleep, if I hold something too loudly, he will turn his head and yell at me. For example, he has some female classmates who have an ambiguous relationship, and after I find the ambiguous chat history, I will only get a sentence "We didn't do anything, what do you want?" An impatient reply like this.

Seeing this, you may think, why haven't you broken up with such a bright scumbag? Because he does have good times, he can make delicious fried noodles, he can say sweet and heartwarming love words, and he will introduce you to his parents. Anyway, the reason why I didn't decide to break up for so long was this last one. Because this means that the person he finally chooses to be with is you! Because of this in mind, I feel that many mistakes are tolerable.

And the last straw that broke the camel's back came from the separation of the two places during the summer vacation. My ex-boyfriend is a local, and I'll be home for the summer. When I was late to reply to the button, I would receive a burst of cynicism, so much so that one day when I went online again I found that all my male friends had been deleted. I don't think anyone can imagine how angry I felt at that time. I can't seem to explain it when I look back and make friends I know, so how can I say it? "I'm sorry, my boyfriend deleted you all because he was angry." I feel embarrassed to think about it.

The most memorable remote quarrel was the reason why I later broke up. I stood on the bus that day, watching his malicious replies between the lines, even rising to the point of doubting my loyalty to the relationship.

It was as small as a joke reply from a male classmate, so big that he actually asked me, "Did you sleep with someone else?" I replied to him many, many words, and my eyes filled with tears of grievance. That night I curled up in my room silently and cried, and spent one night saying goodbye to the youth I had paid, to the beautiful emotions I had once had, to the person who had helped me and warmed me, but who had hurt me in the end. I still remember the feeling of holding back tears at that time.