If we had not parted ways, today would have been the last day of our first month together. However, we broke up two days ago.
Today is the third day since our breakup. I cannot even recall how these few days have passed. I once thought I would break down completely, but surprisingly, I am still here, almost as if by a joke. This cannot help but make me secretly grateful. Perhaps this is my own miracle. It may seem ridiculous to others, but some experiences are truly understood only after they have been lived through.
Now, the sharp pain in my heart has subsided, leaving only a vague sense of sadness. I suppose that is just the lingering effect of the alcohol from yesterday.
For some reason, I suddenly wanted to visit the place where we first met, perhaps just to find a reason to convince myself to let go.
I intended to go alone, but I still thought of that girl. Once again, due to my selfishness, I made her share my pain. Perhaps I should say "I'm sorry," but having someone by my side when I am sad is, I think, the greatest comfort of all.
Walking down the path once so familiar to me, recalling the little moments of our past, a indescribable bitterness rose in my heart. It was not as agonizing as yesterday, but I know that for her, my love has reached its end; the expiration date of our love has passed.
Only now do I finally understand why she cannot forget him. Although she was hurt, having given so genuinely means it is impossible to simply forget. I know I am powerless to change anything. I only hope he can bring her happiness, at least a happiness that I cannot provide. I only hope he will not hurt her again, because finding someone who truly loves you is truly not easy.
Back at the dormitory in the evening, I held the bracelet she once wore, unwilling to let go for a long time. It carried her scent and too many, too many memories of us, making it impossible for me to put it down.
Having loved, it turns out to be so traceless, yet so clear.
