Today is April 1, 2017.
Just for today, I'll stop remembering you! 1.5 years to know each other, 1 year to love each other, and nearly 2.5 years I miss you!
Nearly 5 years ago, I and I met each other very casually on the bus home. At that time, I was in grade 11, with the flood you decided to take the car to the capital to tell the smell of the city. :)) When the sky was dark, the kids took the last bus back to their hometown and I met him - a third-year college student wearing a red jacket that I knew later was a HUST school uniform. I didn't know that, that ride was the beginning of my sadness and nostalgia during the following time. On the car, I only said the words that conveyed names, ... and I did not pay attention to him, even turning to face. ^^ Who doubts, the next morning received a friend invitation and a message telling me to accept that add. Then the messages got bigger and bigger, and for a short time he told me he liked me. At that time I thought, strange, why only through the messages and meet once only that can say that like and love us. And I refused and considered him as a friend over my age, because my goal is to step into the university lecture hall, my dream of going to the *** school that I have cherished for a long time. I thought I would give up and not be with you, but during the following time, I finished 11th grade, I was still in the 12th grade, asked and sometimes I asked you to help me with the subject test * *** in class too. Thank you very much for your homework.
In the summer of 2015, after finishing the University exam, after he confessed again, I accepted it and I made an appointment to meet you the next day. The first time I met a person was more than my age and he was the first love that made me extremely confused, and as a result, I couldn't say the whole thing. Just nodded, and laughed like a machine. I consider myself a keyboard hero, when nt can cut down everything in the world with you, but when you meet in real life, it becomes like that. ^^ Because I went to summer school, I met once a week, and every time I saw him, it made me extremely nervous and I would probably never forget that feeling. After meeting four times, I know the results of the University exam, and I passed into my favorite school, I immediately called him to announce the results, the two of them laughed happily and I suddenly realized So he is really important to me. After entering the school, the stay is quite far from each other so I only meet each other once a week, I go through the streets of Hanoi together, go through the hot days together when the weather is summer and autumn , and the first winter days away from my home. With you, I feel extremely warm and happy. I wish that time would stop at those moments. But once I happened to go into his fb, found out that he texted a lot of other girls, even the Christmas day that year he said he did not want to hang out because of traffic jams, I would go out on the day later, and that day he texted his memory and offered to return to nyc. Ridiculous. Reading those messages, my eyes blurred and I couldn't stop crying, I texted and broke up and blocked him. I don't know, I don't call you because I don't want to see and hear anything from you - you cheated on me. During the day, when there were friends beside me, I restrained myself a lot, but the night of such repression broke out, I was like that for a week. You - a girl who just turned 18 still has a lot of dreams about your future, your betrayal really makes you fall. I was weak, still believing in his coaxing and flying wind promises, agreeing to come back even after those moments, I found out that you had a lot of them before. When you love, people become so stupid, stupid and you are the same. But from that time, I often doubted and asked him about the past, I often quarreled and met less. I made up my mind and broke up after 6 months of returning. It was the summer days of 2016. During the following year, he occasionally texted saying he wanted to come back to me, but his trust for him seemed to be inadequate and I did not accept it. I remember the messages he sent to his nyc the previous year, and realized that his character was still the same, unchanged, still a guy who flirted with me when I had it. Ever since I broke up, I have been watching him every day, and it seems to have become a habit. Looking at the pictures of you, I know I love you very much, still waiting for messages from you every day, waiting for the words "I miss you, I love you" but waiting for nearly three years still not received. Until yesterday, I saw him posting a photo of his lover, looking at the two very happy people and having his minister. At that moment, I realized that my waiting and nostalgia were useless. ^^ You have found new happiness. ^^ Looking at that photo, I did not cry and silently smiled, there was something much lighter in my heart. Perhaps, my last three years' nostalgia has come to an end, isn't it? The time has come for me to open my heart and look for the true love of my life, just like you.
Goodbye My Love !
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