They agreed that they would not meet again. But still couldn't help meeting each other.
They live at both ends of the city. Every time we meet, we will travel across most of the city. Thought that said will not meet, but never stopped meeting.
They have been together for seven years. It should have reached the point of talking about marriage. But things will not develop in the expected direction. Forget why we broke up. I also forgot why she married so quickly. It was agreed to delete their respective contact numbers, but it was still quietly lying in the address book. Like an eternal warning, reminding her that she once loved such a person deeply.
She and her current husband are not living happily. Because there is no love. Full of trivial heartache everywhere. At night, lying together, thinking about another person.
She was bored. But I still have to put on a smiling face, looking extremely happy. She can't blame anyone, she chose her husband.
A few times when it rained after get off work, she got off the bus. I saw a couple kissing under the bus stop sign. She was in a trance for a moment. The most afraid of touching the scene. It would be a pity that they didn't make it to the end. What's terrible is that after so long, they still couldn't let go.
The roads I have traveled, the scenery I have seen, the restaurants I have been to Every picture is full of good memories from the past.
After many years, when they met again. The noisy crowd could not stop their thoughts. On the quiet street, away from the tedious world, they embraced tightly like long-lost lovers. Then walked into a hotel.
She is still obsessed with his generous chest. The beard that grows slightly on the cheek. Even and regular breathing sound. The spoken words floated down in her heart like an angel with arms. Brings a dull pain.
"We can't go back."
yes. Can not go back. I can only secretly reminisce about the past. Stay in a corner that doesn't belong to you like a fool, stroking your dusty heart.
Be a perfect lover. Don't disturb your own life. Meet once a week.
Spend a night in the most familiar hotel.
Sometimes, he will ask, is he hugging you like this.
Is he kissing you like this?
A world with only two people is like a world full of three people.
It was suffocating.
They all have their own families and do not need to be responsible for each other. But when the night came, I still felt a deep sense of guilt. Whether they are wives or husbands, they have hurt the most innocent people virtually. Like a huge lake, they jump down involuntarily to find each other, but they drag the most irrelevant people to experience the panic of drowning together.
"Why did we break up in the first place?" He finally asked.
But no one can answer this question. After going back and forth many times, I still think she is the most suitable. It's just that they are now fathers and mothers.
They traveled across most of the city to meet. When you reunite with your family, you will think of the other person's situation at the moment. Did you miss her? Have you forgotten her?
None of them had the courage to divorce and be with each other. Too much involvement and drag. Maintaining the status quo is the best state. At least the family is intact.
Will miss each other's breath. body, hair. Point of infinite loop. Perhaps because of the meaning of cheating, it seems a lot more exciting.
Still that hotel, that cafethey looked at each other and smiled in the crowd. The flowing old time blows away the face of the past. They are no longer the youthful and frivolous faces they used to be, they only have aging faces.
He kissed her face lightly.
"You are the cinnabar mole in my heart, my forever lover."
Only they know the pain.
The pain of not being able to get together during the holidays.
The pain of not being able to go shopping hand in hand.
Pain that cannot be justified.
The pain of not being able to say good night in the dark. Not to mention seeing the pain of the other party when he opened his eyes at dawn. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com