Not every farewell can be prepared for; the ones that hurt always take you by surprise.
Not every farewell can be properly prepared for; the ones that hurt often catch you by surprise.
Sometimes, you'll suddenly feel like you have depression, or like you have autism and suddenly don't want to speak.
The true disappointment in someone comes from the point where you no longer want to tell them about what happened to you, and they don't want to know about your situation.
You say, people aren't born lonely; they become lonely after falling in love and losing someone, and in that moment, a thousand kinds of loneliness rush in, making you feel desolate.
Indeed, from following star friends and top chats to deleting and blocking, from carefully collecting chat records to eventually not touching them, the feeling of being utterly disappointed, those who have experienced it will understand.
No more working day and night, no more excessive drinking, no more chasing after fleeting pleasures. Those mountains, those waters, those people, those loves become yesterday's poetic interludes, making you more rational and calm, more steady and strong.
When I was young, I thought loneliness was a cool thing. When I grew up, I thought loneliness was desolate. Now, I think loneliness isn't just one thing.
One day, we have to face separation, confront the reality of deep and shallow relationships; one day we'll part ways and become the most familiar strangers.
We seem to always erupt into growth and understanding at a certain year, realizing a certain truth, turning a timeline that previously had no significance into a dividing line.
Don't ask me if it hurts to be separated; it's like a big tree rooted in your heart being uprooted. Do you understand how painful that is?
