years later_400字

　　You haven't seen me sleepless all night, open my eyes until dawn, grieve and cry, need you like I have depression, wipe your hands and return your information when I take a bath, wake up in the middle of the night, hear your information, and wake up and return to you.

　　Because I didn't see you shivering when I saw something about other people, or when I tried my best to defend you, or you hurt me because you couldn't bear it. You said you were right. Maybe I was wrong. So I let you go and let myself go. Now I'm silly and ugly. It's even more embarrassing than I want to mention any more. When I stumble along the road, I'm not sure whether it's luck or hard work, or just hard work. I don't mean I don't envy other people's lives, but I just admire them.

　　I know I don't have the ability to bear that kind of life, if life still exists. What's the desire, maybe only in the restless world to find a way to give clumsy self! Every time I'm disappointed, I do one less thing to love you, until the last note changes to full name, cancels special attention, does not actively find you online, collects what you send, deletes all your photos, never peeks at you again. Wait, it's time to say goodbye.

　　Many years later, will you remember that there was a person who cherished you very hard, disappointment is accumulated day by day, leaving is a long decision?