Chapter 75 The saddest kind of breakup

The saddest kind of breakup is not a violent quarrel between the two parties, a big fight, one party's love for another, or the inability to unite. The saddest kind of breakup is a silent breakup. Once vigorous, once thought he was your last man. I used to think that he was the one who accompanied you on the long road of life. I used to be complacent, thinking that I finally found him in the vast crowd. After overcoming all difficulties, I can finally be with him. I used to fantasize about marrying him, fantasizing about having children with him, and even thinking about which kindergarten my children would go to.

Once lost thirty pounds for him. Once gave up other opportunities for him. I used to want to die with him. I used to be afraid that he would be snatched away by other women. Had tooth marks on him. Had hated him to the bone. However, many years have passed, and I have forgotten when was the last time we made out, I only remember that we quarreled again yesterday. Have forgotten the pain and happiness he gave you. There is no way to pull it back. It turns out that you and him each have their own path to take in life, and the paths we take are different. We once walked together for a while, and this is the end of today.