"I moved out. Think about it." He left a half cup of coffee and banged when he went out.
I was too lazy to stop it. This kind of drama was performed many times. He didn't feel tired, and I felt tired.
I slowly drank the cup of coffee in my hand and poured the rest of him into the dishwasher. Although he bought the coffee beans, I still feel a bit sorry.
How many days will it last?
Or simply it's over.
People say that love lasts only eighteen months, and then it's just a habit and responsibility.
It has been two years. There is no responsibility between him and me. All we have left is the habit, and with the contradictions that often appear, I think the habit will become weaker and weaker.
It's as though I'm faintly hurt now, but I won't panic to keep him in the mood.
In the beginning, I always couldn't help but the person who served for three days was always me.
He didn't really understand me.
If I feel that my giving is no longer necessary, I will strongly suggest myself until I have been completely removed from my life.
He didn't understand what I was thinking, he was spoiled, and always felt that if he lost his temper, everything could be handled as he imagined. In this way, maybe I can get him to do it twice, three times at a time, but long time ago?
The couple's cups, towels, and bowls that I bought together were discarded by him in several quarrels, and only the half of me left alone was there, looking pitiful.
I also suffer from these. Although I know it is irrational to vent my grievances on innocent objects, we are not sensible when we are excited.
As a result, there are fewer and fewer sets of things. I always feel that they are just like the connection between me and him, and now this connection is getting weaker and thinner until it disappears.
He left, leaving a mess.
I sat for a while and started packing slowly.
How to choose?
I don't want to work hard to keep him, but if we completely separate, there will be no intersection.
I took out his things and packed them one by one.
Pack him up and mail him, saving him a lot of trouble.
As I cleaned up, I thought, when it was done, it was already dark.
I didn't turn on the light and lay on the sofa lazily, and I became sleepy.
Although the body is exhausted, it is far below the heart.
I thought I would wake up after a little sleep, and when I opened my eyes again, it was already dawn.
A blanket was added to my body, but my packed luggage was gone.
He came back and left again without waking me up.
We are all stubborn and uncompromising, and this ending is inevitable.
I thought it was nothing.
His eyes started to feel hot and painful, and he felt uncomfortable.
Really at the last minute, I was not as ruthless as I thought.
I lay like that, motionless.
It all seemed to end like this, I packed it very thoroughly and he left nothing behind.
At noon, I got hungry and got up to cook.
Life can never stop moving forward because of the lack of individuals.
Although there was a huge gap in between.
I didn't see the message until night.
He said: I'm leaving first. If I wake you up, I'm afraid I can't help quarreling. I think we should all calm down and think carefully before we decide what to do.
It feels a little sigh of relief, but immediately following is more heavy.
It turned out that the long-standing dispute gradually smoothed his spirit, this kind of reason, I do not know whether it should be comforting or sad.
Unfortunately, what is lost is always lost.
We are not sure what the future will be like.
I don't want to take the initiative to cut it all.
I think I've been in pain waiting for the end of the countdown.
But that's it.