Click on the blue words above to follow "Cat Cat". I heard that my life will be more exciting if I follow it. It is three o'clock in the morning, I hang Q, and my niece is breathing softly beside me.

After closing the Taobao store I had watched countless times, I looked out the window and suddenly thought of you.

On the third night after you left, I hung on my signature: "I am very lonely at the height of the 25th floor." This sentence is very stupid and unconventional, but for a person who lives at such a height and has occupied the entire building

For people living in less than five households, it is a lie that they are not lonely at all.

Especially late at night, especially when I randomly recalled your photo in the camera, tears fell in the blink of an eye.

These days, I have been thinking about our future, and we promise to go to the end of the world together.

The time limit you gave is two years.

Blueprint two years from now.

The colorful paintings you painted are like you gave me an "address" to heaven, but I am really afraid that I will fall too high and bleed. I am twenty-two years old this year, and I am no longer sixteen at the time.

A seven-year-old girl still believes that time is just that.

There is a song that says that it is difficult for the hands of time to describe falling in love as having been in love.

do you know?

Many times I sent you messages, saying those firm vows, and I often typed out the words "haha", but on the other end I cried until my tears were blurred.

You don’t understand, how can you understand.

I started going out with friends to play with this kind of shyness, I started wandering on the brightly lit streets, and I started yelling at you for your phone calls that disturbed my sleep.

do you know?

When you carefully apologized to me, I felt so distressed that I buried my head in the pillow.

I remember telling you that I don’t believe in love between two places, I don’t believe in invisible and intangible love, I don’t believe that those hot words will not become cold in the long transmission.

Forgive me, I am really no longer the little girl who still believes in fairy tales.

You believe that this has nothing to do with empathic love, this is the indifference brought by time.

This is the basic instinct of nature. Over time, every drop of water will penetrate the stone!

Maybe it's cruel to say this.

But I really don’t want to, because I believe too much and look forward to it too much, but in the end it becomes empty.

I promised I would wait for you.

It’s not difficult to wait for you.

Infatuated, I will too.

However, none of us have the ability to predict the future.

Since you choose to separate, you must bear the final consequences of this separation.

I've always been a pessimist, sorry.

I have to think about the worst possible outcome.

Only when you feel you can accept it can you do it. But this time, the worst result is that we will never be friends again.

Sorry, I really can't accept it.

I can't tolerate that the two of us who were once the closest have become like that.

I can't tolerate it.

You, who once regarded me as a treasure, hold others in your hands.

During the video, you cried.

I grabbed my heart and suddenly felt that you were working so hard.

You won't be able to get used to living in a foreign country.

I haven't had a good meal.

You are not familiar with this place, but you have been wronged a lot, but you still want to tell me, it doesn't matter, you can handle it.

I can not do anything.

Do you know the sadness of being helpless?

You may not know that I have written about many kinds of love, but I have never written about you.

I'm afraid to write it out. That kind of happiness will melt instantly when exposed to the sun.

You once said that you hoped that I would carefully record everything between us, and read it slowly in the afternoon sun the next day.

I didn't promise you, I can't promise you.

Because I know how to record it, I’m afraid the only one who will read it in the future is myself.

I won't cry anymore.

Because you said, don't cry, it makes me feel bad.

That sentence once made me lose my voice in pain.

And now, I have forgotten how to shed tears.

I am Maomao, and I am willing to listen to every story of yours, those things that you want to say but don’t know where to start or who to tell your feelings to. Are you also willing to listen to me tell you a long story slowly?

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