I have heard from the beginning that "the first love happens with the wrong person".
Nowadays, I am starting to believe it. But even if we are wrong, we cannot forget that wrong person because it is called first love, which has a lot of emotion and a lot of love. That may be wrong, but there was nothing wrong with that. I was always immersed in this mystery when I learned to understand. I tried to understand if my first love was for the wrong people from drowning in my love sea.
It's been five years since he left me. Even then, it feels good to wait for him at sunset on the river bank. Now it can be said that the last wish is still stuck there. It's hard to forget the feeling of watching the last sunset with that person's hand. So it seems that waiting for him to be omitted from time to time seems to be happier. But how many like me can feel the sunset?
Suppose I was with that person of my love, I was busy seeing only him, leaving out everything in the world. But when he left, all other feelings overwhelmed me. I am still quite selfish because so much time is spent here just thinking about it at sunset. The manifestation of reality is a little different from the analogy of our emotions.
When I ended my relationship, the equation of existence matched the conventional equation of my life. He made the words come true. That's when he started looking for new ways to avoid me.
At the same time, I am busy thinking about the last sunset I spent with him. I continue to believe that one day a new call will come from that old number. That ever-familiar voice will inspire me to live anew. For which I have waited so long, he will end all those waiting and will catch me again. Putting aside the arrogance of the old chapter of the two of us, we will start a new composition together.
The composition will start from all those old roads where that man was waiting for me. In whose hands I was willing to go around the whole city. For which thousands seemed to lie. I would spend the entire day in his smile. I was walking together on the street and getting down in the evening when the evening approached.
I would hold his hand and sit next to him to feel the last sunset with my head on his shoulder. But the reality is entirely different. When someone leaves life, no one likes to look back. So you have to put aside your bizarre dreams and move forward with reality. I've always heard from friends that it takes a lot of luck to get your ex back.
Because those who are born with a lot of luck, their lost love comes back again. Even if the last sunset is not with that man, the impression of loneliness will not teach me to fail in life. The latest sunset I left as a gift for him before my death. So that whenever he comes back, he will be busy fulfilling my dream like this half-eaten moon.
