What secret did you find in your girlfriend’s phone? – He fell asleep, his phone was on the bed, it was bright in the middle of the night.
It was his master’s and her classmates who told him in an exciting and lovely way that her mentor had given up.
Turning up, they’ve been talking every day for the past year.
She’s gonna sing to him, and she’s gonna say it sounds good and it feels good. He’ll take a picture of lunch and tell her it’s too sweet to order, and she’ll tell me that your girlfriend says you’re pretty and sweet and envious, and he says Dad will help you find someone.
After the weekly mentoring sessions, both of them went to the school side and went to the curatorium, alone and without the same door for another boy, and ate a roasting pot, once a week, with few exceptions.
He went to England and bought me my list, and it took a lot of time to figure out what was on it, and she gave him a little list, and he tried to buy it for her. It’s just, I turned over the money he confiscated, and she turned over and he took it. Otherwise, he refused all requests for his replacement.
He fixed her computer, took a seat and even scrounged the chair on the treasure. She brought him food, delivered him a delivery, and collated the data from his course papers.
Even during the two weeks he was so busy with running data with his mentors, we were not in touch for four or five days, and they were still pushing each other’s songs every day.
For the eighth year of our senior year, we have been in love for four years, and our parents have met. The masters are the cities and schools where they think seriously about what we’re talking about, and where we study in the city next door, where we are going to graduate.
I always thought that we both had a principled understanding of the boundaries, that we would never have a heterosexual girlfriend, that we could have a heterosexual friend, but that we had to stay in our ordinary friends, talk to each other, talk to each other, talk to each other.
I always thought we both were, and I even told my mom that I thought he knew the sense of responsibility and was almost zero.
I went back and congratulated you. I said I had to arrange dinner right away. Tomorrow! I’d like to ask you to do the old place alone.
I put his cell phone back to his bedside, and he came out of bed and packed his backpack, and he asked me what I was doing, and I said I went downstairs to buy some oranges, and suddenly I wanted to eat it, and it was peaceful.
He made me go downstairs and buy it.
When I went out, I suddenly lost my sense of calm, and I sat at the door, crying, laughing, laughing, wondering whether he should be questioned or broken up, and wondering why my boyfriend started sharing his life with another girl, beginning to accept the joys of other girls and beginning to become a soul partner with others.
It was about early in the morning that he reacted, called me, found out that all the social software had been hacked by me, and he probably called in the girl’s unreading message when he was stuporous, and then you realized what was going on.
I drove to my house at night, cried out to my parents early in the morning, and brought my mother to my mother. My mother called me and asked me to come home for no good reason. When I came home, he gave my cell phone to three parents in good faith, gave it to them in good faith, gave it to them in good faith, vowed to God that it was true that there was no mercy.
My parents were angry, but they didn’t think it was a big deal. They thought the boys were wrong, but the conversation was often without a baby wife, and they weren’t cheating.
So he repented, and the three persuaded me, and I sat alone on the couch with a cold look, and there was no intoxication in my heart.
Now that he’s been breaking up for the fifth month, he’s been trying and trying to save me every day, he’s taken a long leave with his mentor, he comes to dinner with me and he’s sitting on the sofa in the hall of my dormitory, all alone. Unlike my parents and his parents, he knows in his own mind that this is not a small matter, that it is a serious thing for both of us, that the boundaries between men and women should or should not be, that he understands that he has always been in the same position as me, but that he has done it even then.
He knew, and I knew, exactly what kind of ideas he had in mind, and he was not into that so-called friendship.
We both know it’s not coming back. I can’t go back. It’s over between us. But he was afraid to face up to the consequences that he had understood from the outset, and he rejected all the facts.
Does my heart hurt? Am I making a big deal out of it?
I went back to my homework and I was stabbed in the back, and he suddenly asked me if I wanted to be in love.
I looked at him in the face, and he suddenly spoke very, very low, and I seriously wanted to have a relationship with you.
I still can’t forget his face at that moment, serious, nervous and persistent. And I can’t forget that Kosko volunteered, and I slipped to a city far from him, and I cried all over his shoulder, and his mouth comforted me, but his eyes were red, and he was admitted to the ideal school. And on the night of the fourth year, when I flew to him without his knowledge, his roommate tricked him out, and I came out of nowhere, and he looked at me for a long time and asked me, with all due respect, how about getting married after graduation. After the study, we went to the house together, and the agent asked him what kind of house he liked, and he dumped him, and said, “Don’t ask me what my daughter-in-law liked.”
He’s always been good to me, even after a year of frequent contact with that girl.
My mom says he’s not cheating again. You two have little fights after all these years.
I just don’t understand why he suddenly stopped and wanted to hold hands with others, when nothing had happened and our feelings had not changed, and everything was moving towards the future, and our future was almost clearly in front of us.
He looked at me so carefully in that noisy classroom, and we looked at him for a while, and I made him look at him, and he laughed, and he turned his back, and he said, “Don’t be shy about it next time.”
I want to go back to that.
Thank you for your consolation.
I know it’s good, but I don’t have to.
Eight years of affection, just one night, destroyed everything. After more than half a year, now that I think I’m still in a state of disquiet, and now that I’m still in a state of inaccuracy, I wonder if I’ve really broken up. Isn’t this a dream?
In fact, a lot of things come back to mind, like he hasn’t mentioned that girl in front of me for a year, like he always comes back late on a weekly group day, and, like, he talks to me with a lot of cute facebags he’s never seen. It’s just that I’ve been so stupid and so confident about the foundations of these eight years of love that I’ve been surprised at the truth all night.
On his trip back from England, I asked if anyone else had asked him to do it, and he said he didn’t. He also complained that he couldn’t figure out how to waste his time on a second person, except me. The girl’s here.
Last fall, on my birthday night, we had dinner face to face in the restaurant. When the candle was lighted, I wished for half a minute, and he looked down at the phone, and I asked him what happened, and he put it out and told me that it was okay, and the mentors took a look in the crowd. And then smile and let me blow the candle. And then when I looked through the chat, that night, the 30 seconds I closed my eyes, and the girl texted him, and the library suddenly broke off, and I was scared of 0.0.
In the middle of New Year’s Eve, I was condensed with his voice, and there were fireworks outside at zero. He suddenly let me out, he was at my door. I jumped out of my nest with a pair of pants on, and I was naked, and I was happy to leave in an empty shell. Within two minutes of me hanging out of his phone and changing clothes to see him, the girl slept with him for a happy New Year.
The night I went through his phone, he drove to my school to pick me up and spend the weekend with him. I just got out of class with my roommate, and he was waiting for me under the cuisine tree in front of the building, and the boys who came out of the class started teasing me, and my companion said hi. He stood there and looked at me, and I walked, and he naturally picked up my bag and looked down and talked to me. Just 10 minutes before I met him after class, he was actively sharing a song for girls who asked him what he was doing and said he was waiting for his girlfriend. The girl sent one.
I couldn’t remember much of the time that night when I looked through his phone and looked at the chat records, but I was able to do it in such a calm and calm way that the four points of time, the moment we were together, the gap, the way he was distracted.
I sat by my bed and he was lying next to me asleep, and I was still able to remember clearly how sincerely I wished for his health and safety in the 30 seconds when I had closed my eyes, how sincerely I wished we could be together for ever, and how excited I was to look out the window while I looked in my feathers while I jumped out of my bed, and how he smiled and watched me step by step from the school building with his tender and focused eyes.
Why did you break up? Is it simply because he has a verbal act that cannot even be strictly defined as the opposite person who is cheating?
No, it’s because he’s in too many other pieces of our relationship. His heart is gone, his feelings and even his love are split in half, and it is not me that he wants to share the first person he wants to talk with.
We have acquiesced to all these years of emotional principles and bottom lines, and he has quietly wiped them out and even broken them.
I’ve been reflecting on it for a long time, and for what reason. What exactly was the problem with our feelings a year ago? The most difficult thing for me is that there are no problems, no reasons. If we have to find out what the reason is, it’s that we’ve been together for too many years, that we’ve been too happy and too calm, that there’s no room, that he’s tired.
After the break-up, he held me up for a long time, so long as his mentors could no longer accept that he would be called back for a long time without leaving school on the core subject. But the day of my birthday, Monday, he was still here and he was with me for one day.
I haven’t talked to him in a long time. Ask him that night after class. He looked up and looked at me, and I took him to the soybean shop nearby.
In the heat of soy milk, I asked him, what were you thinking after I made a wish last year?
He doesn’t understand me.
I asked him with my crying voice, was I worried about her being scared because the library was out of power, or was I hoping to spend my birthday with me the following year?
I didn’t really want to cry, I was calm since I broke up, I didn’t cry in front of him, and I didn’t show any weakness. I’ve always thought that my emotional control and the break-up process were being handled so well and so rationally, but when I cried, I knew how much I cared about the moment last year.
Don’t I have a meeting every week? Don’t we have a meeting? Am I not going to have frequent contact with my door because of co-responsibility?
But I’ve never had three people on a weekly group, and I don’t eat with boys because I can’t go with another girl. We also stayed after school to discuss a topic because we were in charge of it, and we continued to talk about it because it took too long to go to the cafeteria and eat. But when we’re done with the discussions, we’ll leave, and we won’t go back to the dormitory.
I can, can’t you? You can’t, and it’s really about friendship?
So long after the break-up, I finally shed tears in front of him. He finally understood what I was saying when I felt his endless remorse and pain. I am sure that during the time we broke up, he thought, and perhaps even wondered, countless times, why his unforgettable friendship would lead us both to the end of the break-up.
But I also believe at this moment that he is truly right about what he has done in the past year.
I agree that humanity is fragile, that love is not eternal, and that feelings cannot remain pure forever. I can understand that he’ll have a moment away. But I cannot understand the length of the entire year that followed his departure, his indulgence and acquiescence in this so-called development of friendship, and the whole year that he has been making a fool of me and my love for him, who have always kept their true heart.
Even now, I’m still willing to believe that we’re over. He would never have had any extra connection with the same girl, much less to start a new relationship with her.
It’s just that I once believed in his balance and his monolithicness, and I’m beginning to feel vague and suspicious. Did I really think he was? I don’t get it. I don’t get it.
After our birthday, we’re completely disconnected. Two months, I hung up my parents’ little house in his city that I had bought for me, ready to sell. I’m not going to settle in that city anymore, and my school is fine, water is good, the economy is good and the cost of living is not too high. I haven’t done it yet, and he’s been blocking it, and I’m so upset that he’s got a house and we’re one step away from marriage, and I’m going to fix my little house. That’s all right, save me.
I never thought marriage would be my shackles. I intend to marry because I was willing to spend my life with him and to be his partner in one another’s life. But now that it’s over, marriage is not a necessity for me. So there is no man I’m about to meet who’s probably less likely than him, and I won’t forgive him because he may be the best man to marry, or because of age and tradition that makes it necessary to find someone to marry. So thank you for your concern, but I really don’t have to worry about it.
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
