I thought I would wake up on a sunny morning and find that I no longer love you, and then start my new life.
However, I found out that I was wrong.
In fact, after I started a new life, in a subtle, ordinary moment, I suddenly discovered that I had forgotten you for a long time.
This is very sad at first glance.
I always think that my relationship with you is great, and its disappearance should also be a sensation.
But in fact its disappearance is quiet.
One day now, I told an old friend that I seem to fall in love with someone.
Old friends will not mention your name, but quietly listen to my new relationship.
Occasionally someone will ask you-what about xx? Is there any contact?
Then I will think of you, and I will not know what to say for a while.
I used to love you so truly. I don't think I will have this kind of love for the second time in my life. A slight fluctuation in your emotions will cause my tears to flow into a river.
You are more than my God, you are my everything.
I still clearly remember what I said to you, what I talked to you, I still remember your evaluation of me, I remember the jokes or the truth you said.
I remember the first sentence you said to me, and also the last sentence you said to me recently.
I remember the nice things you told me.
Also remember the cruel words you said to me.
With so many words, I don't know how long I will remember, and I know I will feel a little bit happy or sad when I remember these.
But I don't think I will be in the drama like that again.
I don't know your recent life anymore.
I am no longer so interested.
I also no longer expect what kind of impression I will leave in your heart, nor will I imagine what kind of position I will occupy in your heart.
You either talk to me or don't talk to me.
You either appear in my life or disappear.
I don't mind that anymore.
I will no longer announce to others that I have given up on you.
Because real giving up is always silent.
A certain time, a certain day, a certain year, a certain month.
I vaguely and clearly find that I don't love you anymore.
And a long, long time ago, I thought this discovery would make me happy.
However, the fact is that at this moment when I type this text, my heart is sad.
The thing I fear most is not that I can't give up on you.
But one day like that, I suddenly don’t like you anymore
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