To my first love: Even though we can’t be together, I still want to thank you

On the weekend, I went to meet a few friends. In a bookstore called "Daydream", we chatted about life, growth, and work, but in the end, Never talk about feelings in a conventional way.

A Ran was our photographer that day. Fruits, tables, books and people exuded seductive magic under A Yuan’s lens. We joked, “A Ran, you have such good photography skills. , whoever becomes your girlfriend will be lucky."

Aran said generously, "Not to mention, I really learned how to take photos because of my ex-girlfriend." After moving the small bench, under everyone's eager eyes, Aran was speechless several times, but in the end he recalled the past.

Aran met his ex-girlfriend at school. He had liked her for more than half a year, but he never dared to confess. Later, I was afraid that such a good girl would be chased away by others, so I acted quickly. Who knew that the surprise came so quickly, and this happened?

Later there was all kinds of sweetness, all kinds of love, all kinds of happiness. Seeing that the relationship is developing towards meeting the parents, it is still far from smooth sailing after all.

The pressure of work, the frustration of reality, the confrontation of words, the unfinished promises, everything is testing love and consuming love. People are not aware of it when they are in it.

Afterwards, it is inevitable that the chicken will fly and the egg will fly, and the sad person will not look back, and we will live in peace from now on.

Aran lamented, "I have always agreed that women should be in men's schools. Although I didn't make it to the end, I am really grateful to her."

Listening to Aran, who now has first-class photography skills and a good job, when he talks about these words, he actually has the illusion of being in a dream, I have gotten better, but you are no longer by my side.

I became familiar with Brother Yuan in college. He chats with me on WeChat from time to time. It seems unintentional, but he actually asks me intentionally if I have been in contact with Xiaoyuan recently.

I have to tell the truth, there is not much contact.

Brother Yuan is a down-to-earth person. Regarding his relationship with Xiaoyuan, as an outsider, I cannot give him vain hopes, nor do I want to give him unintentional disappointment.

In his senior year, Xiaoyuan was hospitalized for acute appendicitis. Xiaoyuan's roommate contacted Brother Yuan after many rounds. Without saying a word, Brother Yuan rushed from Beijing to Nanjing overnight to pay the medical expenses, guard the bedside, and buy food and water.

When Xiaoyuan's parents rushed to the hospital, Brother Yuan had already been guarding him for a day and a night. His parents asked him who he was, but Xiaoyuan only said that he was a classmate.

This secret love has long since become a clear love, but it is always a person's concern. As their names are, he is Yuan and she is Yuan. They seem to have some kind of connection, but there is no real relationship.

Brother Yuan has liked Xiaoyuan since his second year in high school. It has been seven years. From campus to society, seven years seems to be very fast. We have all grown up, but it also seems to be very slow. We are always spinning in circles without starting.

A few days ago, Brother Yuan told me that he had deleted Xiaoyuan’s contact information. Over the years, it was like he had built a dream for himself, but a dream is a dream after all. It only exists in his mind, and there is no trace of it. A whiff of reality.

In the past few years, I have seen many friends around me, searching for each other, separating and reuniting, going around and around, but they are still sad about their relationship.

Some people have loved passionately, but like a hurricane passing by, they rush to the next half. Some people are cautious and fail to convey their meaning, and in the end they can only leave empty memories.

As the eternal question goes, which one is sadder: having it and then losing it, or never having it.

We are all just ordinary people in life. Even if it is best to be together for the rest of our lives, if we stumble and fall a few times on the road of love, what we have to do is not to stop walking, but to kick away this obstacle. After falling over the stone, get up and continue walking forward.

A few days ago, He Jie dropped her harsh words on the show and said she would never get married again. After a year, her eyes still easily turned red. This girl who loves to laugh, when she sang at the concert, "Don't say sorry to me again, don't apologize to me again," she was defeated when she thought she could give me comfort.

Maybe it will take a long time for her to let go, maybe she won’t let go at all, but she knows that no matter what, she still has to look forward and move forward, and cannot be timid.

Even though loving you hurts me all over, thank you for teaching me to be strong alone.

Although loving you makes me cry, I still thank you for teaching me to face it bravely.

In young love, the most precious thing is sincerity, but the easiest thing to squander is also sincerity.

For a long time, I thought love was open and public, but later I realized that love is as low as dust. It makes people willing to compromise, let go of their posture, and become what the other person likes. .

Because when you love someone, you lose your true self. Enthusiasm turns into gentleness, publicity turns into introversion, introversion turns into initiative, shyness turns into bravery, all just because you like it.

My little heart is filled with your dreams. Because I hope you can see how good I am, I am doing my best to become better.

But before one person reaches his goal, the other person will set sail. The torrent of life is coming, and we can never go back.

Boys’ naivety and stalking, and girls’ willfulness and hysteria, are all consuming the sweetness of the past. When a breakup comes, at first I live by my memories, struggling to let go, but later my memories disappear, and I naturally get tired and let go.

Blame us for being too young and not knowing how to love someone, blame us for loving too poorly and being too self-righteous.

It turns out that all breakups are planned long ago and never happen suddenly. Maybe I thought about it many times, wanted to say goodbye properly, wanted to be elegant, and wanted to be decent, but in the end it made the situation embarrassing and a mess.

I cried, suffered, hated, tossed and turned, and tore like a madman, but in the end I still couldn't really hate it. I blamed myself for being too cowardly. I only had the stubbornness to give up, but no power of resentment.

It is true to love someone at first, and it is also true to decide to leave later. It is like having a daydream for many years. After waking up from the dream, life must continue and move forward.

We are all just mortals, we have struggled in our youth, we have also been lost and hurt in love, but we still want to say, meeting you brought my youth to life, falling in love with you shocked my life. , even if we are not together in the end, I can no longer love you, and I can no longer blame you, but I am very grateful to you.

The companionship, care, and tenderness that I received in the past have truly warmed me and given me new life. Those who have loved hard need not care. Say sorry, I am too helpless, say thank you, you are still beautiful.