He has broken up with her for two years, and for two years he habitually opened her blog every day after work to see her mood of the day. She was sometimes happy, sometimes sad, sometimes lost, he just quietly watched, did not make a comment, and even deleted his browsing history. Until one day her blog was filled with her wedding photos, with a line of small print below: "I am married, not waiting for you, not updating." Missed is missed. What I have seen before is that I cling to writing for a lifetime, placing the text in the deepest part of my heart, and releasing the soul in the depths. Writing words has soul, the most authentic inner feeling. The most authentic inner feeling. I'm not waiting for you. I'm not updating.
