He once believed that the person next to him was the most reliable. After all, in this world, the person who could sleep with him was always the closest.
Late at night, with a familiar atmosphere all around, dreams and reality intertwined, trust is a matter of course.
But he was wrong!
When a person decides to leave, the first thing he lets go of is definitely not feelings.
She knew all his weaknesses, so a word from her or a turn from her could accurately leave the deepest wound in his heart.
Love should be gentle.
But sometimes, it is an extremely sharp blade that cuts through your innocence and allows you to see the truth of love.
Not all affection can be reciprocated, and not all waiting can result in the return of the loved one.
I thought love could make people soft, but I found out that it makes people learn to be decisive.
From then on, he learned not to trust anyone easily, or to trust them completely.
Love is a subtle thing. It is always gentle at the beginning, making people intoxicated with it, like a drizzle that falls on the heart, moistening things silently.
However, its ending is often decisive. When he is still immersed in it, the other party has already withdrawn, leaving him with only an empty dream.
He once thought that love could make people become softer, but later he found out that love could also make people learn to be ruthless.
People who love too hard always fail miserably, so he begins to restrain himself, become cold, and learn to keep some room in love.
The deepest wounds in the world always come from the people you care about the most.
The words of strangers are but a gust of wind blowing from the roadside, gone as soon as they are spoken.
But familiar people know your weaknesses and know how to hit them accurately, leaving you nowhere to escape.
He once thought that time would dilute everything, but some wounds would never disappear. They would just slowly turn into a silent scar in the long river of time, reminding him of his former innocence.
People have to grow up, this is inevitable.
But who says that growth must be thanks to hurt?
Pain is just pain, and it is not worth being grateful for.
He will not thank those who taught him to be indifferent, but he will never let himself be hurt defenselessly again.
From then on, he learned to smile in the crowd and to remain silent in the night.
The world was still bustling and noisy, no one cared how miserable he had been, and he no longer opened his heart to anyone.
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