If love can be booked

The weather has turned slightly cooler in autumn, and the breeze brings a slight chill. I just suddenly want to walk alone. These days with him, I am happy without a trace of sadness.

It's not my way of life, right? But his breath and his taste are deeply imprinted in my heart. It turns out that when you are happy, you can also think about your own things. Because you are too happy, you will feel an inexplicable sadness in your heart.

Is it because we were too young? We always dreamed that there would be someone in our future life who would laugh when we were happy and feel heartache when we were sad. Is this the reality? Gradually, we became numb and no longer naively believed that someone would be kind to us sincerely...

When can I stop deceiving myself? Everything will be fine. What a beautiful line, but I lost myself... Leaves fall one by one, landing at my feet, I pick them up gently, the rings of years, the appearance of youth, what kind of mood is it withering?

In my spare time, I listen to music on CD in the cabin, letting the melodious songs flow in the air. I am intoxicated by it, my thoughts drifting, recalling the stories and emotions of the past. Sometimes, I fall into deep contemplation and cannot extricate myself; sometimes, I am moved to tears by the songs. I can't leave and don't want to leave, because there is no hurt or pain here, only warmth and tranquility. After all, the past is in the past, so why should we hold on to the tail of the past?

I don’t know if it’s because I can’t forget the past or the sadness I had in the past. It turns out that the pain is everywhere, but I have gradually ignored it recently. Is it because of him? I can’t tell anymore... Maybe it’s no longer important because he is by my side...

What does happiness taste like? Is it the clear and sweet laughter of childhood? Or is it him with deep eyes? Is it the back figure under the locust tree in memory, or the running footprints in the past? Is it the promise he made to her in childhood, or her own willful persistence? Is it his fulfillment, or her avoidance and escape? Happiness, her happiness... It turns out that it has always been there, never gone away... never gone away...

"Ding..." A familiar melody sounded, and the corners of her mouth rose unconsciously. This was her happiness...

"Why didn't you come to work?" The phone rang, she pressed the answer button, and heard his deep voice... Why didn't you go to work? He ran here alone... a park not far from home... This should be his busiest time, but now she is here alone in a daze.

"I'll be there soon." Shen Wanning's lips curled up slightly, her eyes sparkling with happiness. She smiled gently, as if the whole world was surrounded by warmth.

In the distance, fallen leaves were floating down one by one, like a gorgeous dance. He once said that fallen leaves do not only belong to autumn, they will also bloom their beauty in other seasons. However, he left suddenly that autumn. He did not have time to say goodbye, leaving behind only endless longing and regret. In the summer of the same year, he once said that perhaps June was a season of separation. Was all this arranged by fate? Was it a coincidence, or had he already written a destined ending for their story?

She doesn't want to recall the past because those beautiful memories are too heavy and weigh on her. She needs to put down her burden, travel light, and start a new life. She doesn't want to think about him because the past is too heavy... Zero burden...