Someone asked me, will the lost things come back? How to say, well, it will. It's just that I once lost a button. When I found the button later, I had changed a dress.
If I had been brave at the beginning, would the ending be different? If you insisted at that time, would the memories be different? In the end, I still didn't say, you still ignored. We don't care if this is the best ending.
In fact, I'm very good, just not used to it, just occasionally feel bad, just suddenly miss someone in a moment, just feel sad when I hear a familiar sentence.
You don't know, my mood has been controlled by you. Sometimes, avoiding is to make myself not so disappointed. Not speaking to you doesn't mean I don't miss you. Try to alienate you because I know I can't have you.
I want to tell you more. In fact, I'm not so good. I still miss you and dream about you. It's just time that I learned to shut up. Because I know that I have to walk a lot of roads by myself. Maybe loneliness is the norm. It's better to survive.