Some people are gone once they miss it. This is what he said to me. I became his girlfriend that day. This is my first love, so I am very careful not to make a wrong move and lose the game. People who have never had their first love in college are different. Unfortunately, I am that different kind of girl. I met him at a college debate, and we were teammates. Often discuss problems together. Finally, I argued and he argued. On the field, we advanced and retreated together and successfully won the first game. I got carried away with excitement. I don't know. This is also an important turning point for me. I just didn't know it at the time. After breaking up, I often feel that the dull past seems to have become a very beautiful thing. Memories are like this, filtering impurities, only sweetness. It's just that nothing can be undone.

As a constellation madman, I know he is a Scorpio. I have never met a Scorpio man. I am a cancer girl. Everyone knows that this is a perfect match. Does this mean anything? I didn't know I would have a story with him. The advantage of being young is that unpredictable things happen at any time. Our pride is that we are young and can squander a lot of things.

1 1 8th of the month, I firmly remember this day, that is, the day after his birthday. That day, he treated me, and I sat inside as the only out-of-class worker, inexplicably restrained, but this day was the first day of my first love. Suddenly found that my memory is so good. I remember every detail so clearly, and because of this, I am too tired to stand up. Every time I think about it, it hurts. Although it was only thirteen days ago, it has become something called memory.

I shook my head with a wry smile, inexplicably sad. First love is not as romantic as I expected. As plain as water, we meet like a routine meeting every day, holding hands and strolling in the best scenery of the school. It was warm to hold hands for the first time. Little yellow flowers are laughing in the branches. But I don't think it matters. Things that are too disturbing can't reassure cancer. Cancer is always insecure.

Scorpio, he promised to help me plant flowers, because I always thought that my boyfriend would plant flowers for a girl, and that girl must be the happiest. My flower is doomed to fail this winter. I just didn't expect to die before germination. I was happy when I heard that he promised to plant flowers. This guy started living in my world. What is the feeling? If I miss, if I care, if I am sweet, if I am happy, if I am happy, if I give, then I like him. If it doesn't look like it, I really don't know what it does.

Like a child, I have a childish temper. He always hugs me. Holding his hand, I began to feel that I was not alone. Sometimes I hit him, and he laughs and says I'm his savage girlfriend. I didn't expect that I can think everything he said so clearly now. I still remember the way I put a scarf on him, the way he smiled at me, and I still remember everything. I almost forgot that we just broke up. I almost forgot that we only dated for thirteen days. However, for me, these thirteen days are unforgettable for life. Maybe I am too naive, too careful, too stubborn and too tired, which always makes him unhappy. I always put dignity above everything else. How can a proud man like him stand it? So he decided to give up, and he began to alienate me, not texting, not seeing each other. How can I stand such treatment with such strong self-esteem? I sent him a text message to say goodbye. I say we better be brothers. If he doesn't return my text messages, just admit it! I stayed up all night that day.

Although flowers are beautiful, they can't survive in such a cold season. Our story begins too fast, just like a match that goes out slowly after crossing a spark. It won't be long before it glows and doesn't give much warmth. I am the little match girl, watching the small fire and dreaming my own dream, but the dream will wake up eventually. The fire went out and I woke up from my dream. I was still the lonely and cold girl. We are all very proud. The distance between me and him is that the distance between cigarettes and fingers hurts when it is close. Now it's over before it sinks in, which is also a kind of perfection. He is just a passer-by, coming and going like a gust of wind. I am still standing still. Waving his crab claws to protect himself. We began to turn a blind eye at school and became strangers. I walk my own way calmly and freely, but what I can't ignore is my heart, but I can't cry, only the numbness of pain. The other day we were laughing, the other day we were two people, the other day we were together, and the other day we hugged. It's a pity to be just a passer-by now. Forget it! Thirteen days later, I decided to forget, so I deleted his number and tore up his letter. I believe I can forget it. Once a Scorpio man flashed through my life.