If we could meet again, I would still say to you without hesitation: I do not love you.
Only because I love you.
Because I love you, I will not selfishly hold you back from moving forward; because I love you, I will not stay by your side as before, whispering sweet nothings; because I love you, when you ask me why, I will say without hesitation that I do not love you.
My dear, we do not live in the same world, and the outcome has already destined that we cannot be together. I do not want to fight against fate, not because I am afraid of getting hurt, but because I am afraid that you will not be happy. Even if you emphasize again and again that having me is your greatest happiness, I still cannot soften my heart, I cannot turn back, I want you to live better.
You are meant to be high above, destined to be different.
You can find a her who is a thousand, ten thousand times better than me, and live the happy life that should have been yours.
And I, will also find a him. To continue the ordinary days that should have been mine.
You can blame me for being cowardly. Because I am afraid that we will be under too much pressure if we are together, afraid that you will regret choosing me, so I choose to back out in advance.
Even if I will regret it, I will never shed tears.
My dear, thank you. For giving me a love that is as beautiful and true as yours, at my most beautiful and sincere age.
But life is always cruel to us, separating us.
The dream has awakened, but reality is even more cruel.
I swear, I will not dream again.
My dear, if you see me, please do not ask me if I am happy, I am afraid that the tears I have held back for so long, the strength I have disguised for so long, will collapse all at once.
How can I be happy when I can only meet but not stay with you?
Even if happiness is so elusive, I still hope, my dear, that you must be happy.