Two years and eight months, I hardly imagine that we can stay together for such a long time. From others' point of view, from the society's point of view, it is a confusing mistake rather than a romantic relationship. You are always suffering the stress to get married, yet I haven't been your choice; you are still available before your acquaintance, while you have me beside. How come we still together?

You say you like me when i'm reading. Lack of family psychological care, day after day, I regard you as my father, my brother and my lover. So every time you break my heart, I feel I lose 3 dears in my life. I forgive you all the time, thinking without those pressures we can succeed in the long-march, dreaming after I graduate I can be your bride. At last I compromise. I began to give up. If you can live a happy life with another one, I will walk away silently and secretly. Yet I made a blunder, telling your new choice my story and my innocent wish. She broke her compromise that she never told you this. She wasn’t so nice and lenient as no women can forgive you after hearing my story.

Last night we hold and cried, sorry for each other. You said you owed me too much. I said I screwed up your marriage. Two broken hearts, stay to comfort or part for future?

Nothing is better than self industry. You will struggle for PhD offer and I will work for my master’s. Never see you unless I have serious problems.