As an emotional nerd, there is another thing I’d like to share now.🤦‍♀️😂

I don’t think myself as a good responsive partner for love, Always being slower at pace. But what I learned from this Impossible love (contributed by 🦃 😂) is that sometimes selective letting go is a better way of treating and loving myself.

Honestly I don’t know where it would go for this love, (not even mention all these nonsense hell experiences incurred by that shitty knucklehead and his shitty romantic records 🔪), but his efforts of assuring his existence around indeed brings a shred of comfort while he already recognized and admitted his mistakes publicly.

I don’t know how long i can live, but I do hope when the time comes I can peacefully tell myself that there is no regrets in my life. ❤️

(Just personal feeling sharing for reference,please ignore it if it’s nonsense to you🫡)