Don't mistake lingering feelings for love.

 　　Some people, even though you've said goodbye to them countless times in your heart, and your expectations for love have died, you still choose to cling to each other for temporary comfort, only to accumulate sorrow over time. Perhaps people are inherently afraid of loneliness, so as long as the relationship hasn't completely broken down, they can still make do by feeding each other to mask the loneliness that will only intensify temporarily.

　　Some people have loved for so long, heard so much, only to finally realize that what they gained wasn't love, but someone even more afraid of loneliness than themselves, someone whose gaze was misinterpreted as deep affection. Thus, their headstrong passion became a mere source of warmth. The ice and snow melt, spring is buried beneath the thick layer of fallen leaves, and who can truly remember the starlight that illuminates the night sky? Only when the sun shines brightly and dawn breaks will true light arrive, and only then will that moment be defined as an eternal instant.

　　Sometimes, forcing yourself to detach from pain is to prevent yourself from slipping and falling into an even deeper abyss of suffering. Let's raise a toast to those who turned away in time, a toast of foresight, whether fierce or not; your confusion and intoxication will become tomorrow's hymns.

　　Many people probably fall into a relationship they can't extricate themselves from, believing it to be eternal. Why be so hypocritically happy? Are you truly happy? Do you actively create happiness? Are your emotional senses often filled with joy?

　　Some things you only understand after experiencing them, knowing what you truly need and where your true love lies. Don't mistake illusion for sin, gentleness for passion, or lingering feelings for love.

　　I know Xiaojing, a girl I met in Shanghai years ago. She's from Hainan, speaks somewhat broken Mandarin, and often smiles, revealing her cute tiger teeth. Two years ago, I discovered she posted wedding photos and pictures from her bachelorette party, spending most of the year happily. Last year, she posted pictures of her baby. But around the same time, I suddenly discovered her words were full of betrayal and lies, revealing the ugly side of love. I think she must have encountered some unhappiness in her relationship. In just over half a year, she quietly said, "I'll wait for the person you also want to wait for," and attached a photo of her divorce certificate.

　　Although the love was too short-lived, I no longer questioned whether love had truly come my way; I simply admired her courage in this series of events. Love comes too chaotically, like a tornado, without direction. Love leaves too lightly, like a glimmer of light, without weight. Her decisive rejection and choice surprised me. Many people would choose a life of forbearance for the sake of their children, always concerned about their status, adding various labels of insecurity to themselves, and then backing down to convince their hearts: What's the point of all this fuss? The child is almost a year old.

　　But life is your own; how can you continue to be happy if you're unhappy for even a moment? So, some courage isn't something everyone inherently possesses. In this age of rampant emotional indiscretions, besides keeping your eyes open when searching, you also need to wear armor to protect yourself, right?

　　Knowing when to stop and when to stop in a relationship, a peaceful breakup—I think this is the best way to declare the end of a perfect love. This marks the end of a relationship, one with whom I deeply loved, with whom I made unwavering sacrifices, and with whom I shared a profound emotional journey. From now on, we will each go our separate ways; take care of yourself. The future is long; let us not fear the past, and hope to meet again someday.