A few minutes walking through the cold air, I arrived at a bus station and sat on a bench.
This place was so quiet in the afternoon. There was only me with my feelings right now.
I lowered my head and accidentally saw the ring that was tightly wrapped around my finger, and unconsciously stroked it. I was like seeing sweet memories in it, which were shattered into tragic hopes.
I kept staring at it, with my head repeating my past story. It made me smile and cry at the same time.
At that time, I gave him this ring as a surprise on Christmas Eve seven years ago. I remembered, he cried at that time — he cried for me — because at that time, we were nothing and we were still at the lowest point.
After the recent complicated and painful things, I had no regrets to leave him. Even though I loved him — even at this time — he seemed to be forcing me to leave. It was good that I wouldn't cry over anyone again.
