Wishing you happiness is my greatest wish, but fearing it because you'll forget about me.
Many people think that couples break up because of a third party or parental opposition... but that's not really the case. It's often just insecurity, busyness, and fatigue. You give him hints, he understands them all, and his indifference isn't about playing hard to get—it's simply that he doesn't like you. Even cold shoulders or sulking, as long as you say a soft word, offer a smile, or give a hug, I can forgive it all with a smile.
Admit it, you don't have a sob story that will make him cry and cherish your tears. There are two types of people who suffer—those lacking in life and those burdened by it. True maturity is about accepting any person's fickleness and distance.
Frankly, the reality is that you won't find fairytale princes. I'd rather achieve success and live a lonely life. You don't need to feign or be overly sincere; my twenty years haven't been wasted. Whether he treats me with sincerity, I can still tell. If you get entangled for too long, it will hurt, it will tire you out, and it will break your heart. You're not avoiding the issue; you're battling yourself. A breakup already signifies incompatibility, and even if you reconcile later, a happy ending is unlikely.
Whenever I want someone to accompany me, I discover that some people can't be sought, some shouldn't be sought, and some can't be found. From 'I love you' to 'you're gone,' the pain and hardship in between—how would you know? You'll find someone better than me, and I won't be so invested in anyone. He's not wrong; he simply hasn't loved me for a long time, hasn't lingered for me, hasn't loved at the right time, and hasn't stayed until the end.
Despite my hidden emotions, I maintain a nonchalant facade, not because I don't want to talk to anyone, but because no one understands. You'll find someone better than me, and I won't be so invested. You don't want to cultivate flowers, and you don't want to see them wither. To avoid ending, you prevent anything from beginning.
From never drinking to becoming an avid drinker—it's not because the wine has improved, but because only when I'm completely drunk do you still belong to me. It's not about becoming more realistic; it's about appreciating the feeling of stability. I now value tangible things more than fleeting fantasies. Your eyes are perpetually dark circles, and you taste alcohol from drinking plain water—you don't cry, but you remember someone.
I've always longed to be collected, preserved, and cherished. To prevent alarm, to prevent sorrow, to prevent wandering aimlessly, to have something to lean on. But he knows, and I know, that he will never come. Previously, I thought true love was a vow made across mountains and seas, unwavering determination, and an indispensable bond. Now, I advise myself to be realistic—life is short, why waste yourself on memories?
I'm Pandy, grateful for life, sharing happiness! Answering every question seriously, making genuine friends, thank you for reading, please forward and like, thank you for following the Douyin channel: Pandy's Love!
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