The saddest kind of breakup is not a vigorous quarrel between the two parties, a big fight, a transference of love between one party, or an inability to get together. A sad breakup is a silent breakup.

Once vigorous, I once thought he was your last man. I once thought he was the one who would accompany you on the long road of life. I was once complacent, thinking I had finally found him in the vast sea of ​​people. I once fantasized about getting married to him, fantasizing about having children with him, and even thought about which kindergarten my children would go to. It once helped him lose thirty pounds. I gave up other opportunities for him. I once wanted to die with him. I was once afraid that he would be snatched away by other women. It once left tooth marks on his body. I used to hate him to the core.

However, many years have passed and I have forgotten the last time we were intimate. I only remember that we had another fight yesterday. You have forgotten the pain and joy he gave you. There is no way to save it.

It turns out that you and he each have their own path to take in life, and the paths we take are different. We once walked together for a while, and that ends today.

There are three stages to a true lovelorn: in the first stage, of course, you lose your self-esteem and feel so miserable that you will jump up when you hear his name. In the second stage, I pretend to forget and avoid mentioning the sad things, but there is a dull pain in my heart. In the final stage, his name was the same as that of passers-by, it was just a name with no special meaning at all

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