Copy | Forget it, it's my bad luck.

I held his hand and kissed his mouth. After drinking the water he drank, he pinched my face and touched my head. I can't say I have any regrets, but I just feel why I didn't stay with him.

I didn't go through the four seasons with anyone, nor did I blow the sea breeze with anyone. People in winter don't accompany me to summer, and people in summer don't accompany me to winter. I am always alone.

I can't help it I'm not pretty, I'm not cute, I have a bad temper, and not many people like me. It is normal that he doesn't like me. After all, I am also an ordinary little girl, robbing a lot in the street.

Finally, I still can't let him go, or I will secretly open his homepage to see if he is happy recently and miss him in days he doesn't know.

My favorite boy likes playing basketball very much, but unfortunately I didn't wipe his sweat, didn't wear his jersey, and didn't see him throw a three-pointer and smile at me.

Maybe one day I will accept another relationship, but I will never love others like I love you, because you have taught me that love should leave room for myself.

I know that he is tired and bored when he falls in love with me, and he has to bear my bad mood with me every day. I love him and I love him dearly, so I said something against my will and pushed him away. I let him go, and I cried. I can't forget it, but I don't understand. I'm rude. It's all my fault. It's all my fault.