Sooner or later, you'll be holding someone else's hand, kissing someone else's lips, and falling asleep in someone else's arms. And sooner or later, I'll be wearing someone else's ring, wearing a wedding dress, and becoming someone else's bride. Perhaps you'll suddenly remember my face when you kiss someone else's cheek, and perhaps your smile will appear before my eyes when I lean on someone else's shoulder. But all of this will be irrelevant to us now. We're both fine, just not destined to grow old together.
As time goes by, you'll gradually understand that not every effort is worthwhile, and every memory needs someone to accompany and wait. After seeing through many things, you'll know that leaving is forever, and what returns is no longer the same. How I miss you! When time loses its meaning, my longing becomes a mailbox so you can send it to me whenever you need it, telling me the feelings you want to share along the way.
Perhaps you won't come back, perhaps we'll never meet again, perhaps you've found her, and I've found him, perhaps we no longer exist in our new lives. I will still cherish the memory—not of you, but of loving you. Thank you for giving me the warmest love. Although we never met again, I want to be happy for you, for me, for us. Thank you for accompanying me through my past.
You too have been moved by someone traveling across oceans and mountains to see you, by someone handing you a cup of hot tea, by someone singing a song over the phone, by someone saying touching words. But somehow, as time goes by, it becomes harder to be moved. I understand that lasting relationships are not easy; I know that good partners should be cherished; I know that companionship is the longest confession of love. Love is being there, whether he needs you or not; it's not just about saying it. Touching relationships aren't about sweet words every day; all deep love is a secret.
Everyone has a confession, hesitant yet full of sincerity and courage. I used the most lyrical language there. You don't understand me, and I don't blame you. I always believe that a wonderful person will stand at the end of time, looking at me with warm smiles. He will definitely be the person I like, and I don't need to try hard to cater to his preferences. All I need to do is believe that he will appear. Since I believe so much, I will wait for you.
What does it feel like to meet someone who understands you? It's like they can finish your sentence as soon as you start it; they can immediately grasp the meaning of a scene you recall; they know your unspoken message with just a glance; others can only see the smoke in your heart, but their fire burns alongside yours. Most importantly, you don't have to explain your sudden emotions. Do you have that kind of person?
We are all arranged to come into this world in order, to meet certain people first, to become close to others, and to drift apart from others. It's all predetermined. We are just following the program. I don't want to talk about a long future. If you have love in your heart, why not be with me now? People destined to be together will always return to each other no matter how far they go. As long as the ending is a happy one, I don't care how much I cry during the process. Happiness can come slowly as long as it's real. If it's you in the end, it's really okay if it's a little late.
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