If love can be booked

Falling in love with someone is never because of what he/she gives, but what you get from this relationship. It may be just the simple but affectionate greeting from the other person every morning; it may be the gentle, soothing and warm "good night" you hear before going to bed at night; it may even be just the slightly messy and uncontrollable expression that appears on your face when you miss the other person.

Falling in love with someone means getting used to what he/she gives you, a wonderful illusion called "happiness and sweetness". Suddenly one day, this habit that once belonged to you has suddenly become a part of someone else's life. So, can this sudden change be called a broken heart? A broken heart is just the return of something that does not belong to you.

At this moment, what is it that she wants to hold on to so desperately? His remaining tenderness? Or is it the unwillingness that she can never let go of deep in her heart? She can't help but start to reflect on whether the person she is deeply attached to and obsessed with is the real person in front of her, or just an idealized imaginary person that she has constructed in this relationship out of her own wishful thinking?

Four days have passed, and there has been no news about him. It seems that in this so-called love relationship, it was just her wishful thinking and endless demands from the beginning to the end. However, he never really cared about her...

On the first day of the breakup, my friend came from another place and came to the train station again. She never thought that she would have such a deep impression of the train station. The train station was one of the places where they fell in love.

The first time they met, she waited for him at the train station for nearly four hours.

I insisted on picking him up at the train station, not wanting him to be alone there.

In the waiting room, he bought her coffee and egg tarts at KFC...

Train station square, his smiling face.

They walked on the street together in the train station square.

At the train station square, on a rainy day, he held an umbrella and we got wet in the rain together, feeling frustrated.

She was waiting for him in that corner of the train station square...

He was gone, what was she waiting for? He wouldn't come, he wouldn't come again... How did her favorite train station become the place where tears fell? Zhao Qinglin.

Suddenly, a voice broke her thoughts: "Hi, I'm here." Her eyes were red from crying, and she looked so distressed...

"Suiko, thank you for coming to accompany me." She said softly, she really didn't want to be alone.

She opened her arms and hugged her tightly. "Come, hug me..." What else could she do for her except hug her?

The two of them stood there hugging each other, not saying a word for a long time. It seemed as if they were the only ones left in the world around them.

After a while, she slowly said, "This is where we first met..." The train station was their meeting place and their permanent base. Every time she came to the train station, it was when he was there.

"I'll take you to dinner." There was a place I wanted to take him, but it fell through.

"Okay." The distance is too far, it's hard to meet...

"It's the place I've always wanted to take him to, but there's no chance anymore." Who made such a solemn promise to whom? And who can remember these promises so well?

"There are still many things I haven't had the chance to do with him, and now I no longer have the qualification to stand by his side." The beautiful visions that had appeared in my mind countless times all revolved around him, but at this moment, he had resolutely left.

"This is our usual seat, I'm here, he's here." Same bus, same time, but at this moment, the person next to me is no longer him. I feel so guilty that I can't express it in words. I can only say to him silently in my heart: I'm sorry...

"Okay, stop thinking about it. What are you doing?" The most frightening thing about a breakup is that all your memories are filled with him, and then you can only say that you miss him alone, but he can't hear you.

"I really miss him." Missing him surged like a tide, I miss him so much...

Tears flowed uncontrollably from my eyes. All the moments I had spent with him flashed before my eyes like scenes from a movie.

"I know." A soft sigh came from the side, with endless tenderness and heartache. Foolish...

The scenery along the way is all about him.

I remembered a sentence I had seen before: "There are many memories in life that are about you, but you feel that you are just a passerby." Maybe to him, she is just a passer-by in his life, but to her, he is the center of her whole world. Now, he has left her world, leaving her alone here, watching over the memories that once belonged to them. How should she commemorate him?

"This is the square we always visit." He had always disliked the square, but now it has become her attachment. At least there are their footprints, they have always wandered...

"My favorite milk tea, I'll treat you." Because I drank it with him...

"The place where we watched a movie for the first time." UAE International Cinema, the first movie they watched was "The Breakup Master", but they didn't expect that it would eventually become a microcosm of reality...

Standing at the entrance of the cinema, she didn't want to leave for a long time. The time she spent with him was like a dream she didn't want to wake up from. However, no matter how hard she tried to hold on to it, it was like quicksand in her hand, gradually slipping away from her fingertips.

"The place where we eat steak." She said she wanted to eat Western food...

Once upon a time, the streets and alleys we walked together, the beautiful scenery we admired together, are constantly playing in our minds like a movie, and can be recalled over and over again. However, can the love hidden deep in our hearts also be reviewed repeatedly like these memories?

Dongbeifeng, a restaurant, always wanted to bring him here, but due to many unexpected events, they rarely come here. His promise to accompany her for a big meal fell through.

At the door, a person passed by. She thought it was him, and her eyes were moistened instantly, but it turned out not to be him. For a moment, she thought it was him, and thought he had come back. However, when the figure gradually approached, she suddenly realized that she had recognized the wrong person. In just such a short moment, all the expectations and joy seemed to be blown away by a ruthless gust of wind without a trace.

She couldn't help but smile bitterly and murmured to herself, "I thought you had never left and had always been by my side, but it turns out I was just waiting foolishly..."

"You can eat whatever you want, I'll treat you." Those who have never done...

"I've always wanted to bring him here, but I never found the right opportunity." The right opportunity, now that there is no opportunity, what's the point of talking about whether it is suitable or not?

"Don't think about him, divert your attention." From another perspective, perhaps such an ending is a blessing for her. After all, in that relationship, she loved so hard, from beginning to end...

"I brought you a gift." As soon as the words fell, an exquisite little bracelet appeared before his eyes.

"Bracelets, I bought a pair, I'll give you one, a four-leaf clover, it's said to represent luck." Many things in the world, meeting is fate, just like the longed-for love, which is often encountered but not sought...

"Okay, thank you..." Suddenly she remembered that she had always wanted him to buy her a bracelet, but he never took it to heart. Because he always asked her what she wanted.

"Eat quickly, I'm not hungry, I can't eat." She waved her hands weakly. She hadn't had a drop of water since morning, but her empty stomach seemed to have lost its desire for food.

"Silly, eat a little." She looked at her distressedly, with a hint of helplessness in her voice. Is it necessary to be so sad for someone who doesn't love you? If you know you don't love each other, why don't you make each other happy? Maybe, as long as you bravely say "I don't love you anymore", everything will become easier.

"It's okay, eat it, don't worry about me." She turned her head away stubbornly, tears welling up in her eyes. At this moment, she seemed to have lost the ability to taste food, and her mind was full of the shadow of that person.

"Oh..." Women are most afraid of emotional involvement.

"Zhenzhen, eat less." Suizi persuaded again. How could she not eat?

"I won't eat, I'm really fine." In fact, those "I'm fine" that I keep saying are just to cover up the words deep in my heart that I haven't said, "I know you need me, but you are no longer by my side." I'm sorry, I really miss you...

The days when I missed him came back to my mind like waves.

The streets they had walked on together and the scenery they had admired had now become painful memories. Every familiar corner seemed to still have his scent; every fallen leaf seemed to carry her endless longing.

The day after the breakup was Sunday. The sun shone through the thin clouds and fell on the earth, but this warmth could not reach deep into my heart.

Ikafe Restaurant was the place where they had their first meal together. When they stepped into it again, everything had changed. Sitting in the familiar seat, he could no longer feel his presence, nor her affectionate gaze.

I always have high expectations for him, but always get disappointed...

Love, what is love?

On Monday, the third day after the breakup, she sat in the office, looking at the pile of work documents in front of her, but she had no interest in dealing with them. Tears kept falling uncontrollably, blurring her vision. Without him, her whole world collapsed...

I would wake up many times during the night, feeling a slight heartache...

The wet pillowcase is because I saw his face in my dream...

Qinglin, I think what I can’t let go of is my dependence on you.

On the fourth day after the breakup, I was at a loss and didn't know what to do. I just thought about him. When I thought about him, I cried. But why should a woman make things difficult for herself? Is it wrong to love him?

Is it wrong to be proactive in love? Why can't you boldly pursue your own happiness? Repeatedly ask yourself if you have done something wrong? If she takes the initiative to reconcile, will he pay attention to her?

"Hi..." I wanted to greet him, but I didn't know what to say...

"Yeah." It's been a long time since I heard from her...

Time passed day by day, and in the blink of an eye, four days had passed, and he still hadn't received any news from her. Thinking back to the past, she always liked to disturb him no matter what, and he missed the time back then. Maybe she was tired, or maybe she didn't want to love anymore? It was so difficult to be alone, but she walked stubbornly, in pain...

On the first day of the breakup, he drank a lot of wine alone because he could sense her loneliness in loving him. The words she sent revealed the grievances and pain that had been accumulated in her heart for a long time. It turned out that in this relationship, she loved so hard.

The day after the breakup, the phone that used to ring with her voice frequently was now silent as if it was asleep. In the past, she always complained that he didn't reply to her messages in time, but now, even a simple greeting has become a luxury. He stared blankly at the screen of his phone, which never rang again...

On the third day after the breakup, the feeling of loss came like a tidal wave, completely drowning him. He felt like a lonely and helpless child. Late at night, he was drunk alone...

On the fourth day after the breakup, she sent me an informal greeting message...

Does she miss him too? Does she still love him? Who will be impressed in whose memory? He doesn't ask, she doesn't say, they are destined to have no ending.

Before he met her, he loved silently alone, and that love was poured into a person who was out of reach and could never belong to him. She got married, she got married, she was pregnant with another man's child, and what was it that he couldn't forget, was it the ignorant moment when he first met her? Or some other fragments of memory hidden deep in his heart?