"The seven-year itch" is a foreign word, which means that when things develop in the seventh year, problems will arise that many people are unable to solve. This word is most commonly used to describe marriage - from falling in love to getting married. The first period is exciting, with countless plans and visions for life. However, as we get along day and night, the relationship becomes duller and duller. What's worse is that the other person becomes more and more mature. There are more and more shortcomings that are intolerable, causing fatigue and burnout. Emotional life has entered a "bottleneck" period, and I don't know how to develop.

I don’t know if friendship is the same? Growing up, my friends changed one after another, and they couldn’t even be considered friends. When we were young and we went to school and played together, we could only be called playmates. Unfortunately, I didn’t find any lasting friends among these playmates.

The little girl next door used to climb trees, touch rivers and throw sandbags with me. She gave me a red gauze scarf she stole from home and said, if I am so good to you, you will be good to me. What? I nodded solemnly, I will always be good to you. But then we went to different high schools and different universities. We broke up without a serious farewell and naturally became strangers.

As I get older and move forward, I meet more and more people, but have fewer and fewer friends. But I still hope to have a friend who stands side by side with me, even just one. Fortunately, I met him and we had a happy relationship that lasted seven years. This was simply a miracle in my life. I was so happy and excited. I was proud of him, and even proud of myself, because we were walking on the same road. Only with like-minded people can we have lasting friends. But I gradually became resistant and resistant to our relationship. He is still a good person, handsome, smart, and as proud as a peacock; but I have changed. I care about every word he says, as if it is a reminder of my shortcomings. I know there is no such thing, it's just my own imagination. But I have already thought this way, and there are cracks in the friendship. It turns out that there is a seven-year itch in my friendship.

My friend does not know this, and I am not going to tell him. In the boundless wilderness of time, how many people pass you by, and how many people stop to say hello to you gently? Cherish what you already have. This is really not a hypocritical statement, because life is indeed so uncertain.

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