Since he left, he fell in love with buying things. Perhaps only these beautiful things can evoke a little bit of fighting spirit so depressed.
When we were together before, he liked to buy things with me and go shopping somewhere together. He was always as happy and energetic as a child, and never said he was tired. No matter how expensive the things are, they will always be bought for me as long as they are within their ability. Seeing me own them, it seems to be his great happiness. I was immersed in this happiness, never thought that I would lose one day, let alone lose so quickly.
It seems that it was yesterday, a thought of heaven and hell.
Today, now, I am the only one who is left, and I still like some beautiful things, as if I am pursuing something, but I can’t say it.
After sending the child to school, I like to go to the "snow shop" to see the beautiful clothes, and I feel that the world is beautiful, I realize that I am really alive, and I realize that I am beautiful.
Changing and summer, day after day, my clothes filled the cabinet, but sometimes I don’t wear them much, just like them blindly. I seem to be collecting some beauty, but I also seem to be anxious. I bought shoes again and again, and I was always afraid that I would have to walk a lot of roads one day but couldn't find the right shoes. I stocked up a lot of daily necessities, and I was afraid that there would be no one to shelter from the wind and rain, and I would suddenly not be able to live one day. This may be the sadness and panic in my heart, which can only be filled with material.
I got off work today and I especially wanted to go to the supermarket. I had no purpose, just to discover the beauty. I fell in love with a blue hair four-piece set of , blue and yellow, and some flowers that cannot be named are blooming hotly, making people feel warm and I like it so much. The boss lady pretended for me and was very happy.
is wandering around aimlessly again. For a moment, I was thinking that my life was passing by quietly without any meaning. I couldn't help but shivering. It was so terrible. Let yourself come back to your senses quickly. Don't think about an unrealistic future. That will make you worry and not feel good for a moment.
When I walked out of the door with my bedding, I saw my embarrassed figure from the glass on the wall. My back was not as straight as before. I quickly stood up. Did I have no confidence? Is life bent down? Why am I living like a betrayal dog?
I wrapped my coat tightly, walked back home quickly, wrote this article, and recorded my messy years.
Author/Lilian, who will never lose my love,
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