Actually, I had already noticed it back then—you were replying to my messages more and more slowly, no longer sharing your daily life with me like you used to. I thought we would always have endless things to talk about. Later, your attitude toward me grew colder and colder; I could feel it even through the screen. That day, you stopped replying to my messages, and I tacitly stopped reaching out to you as well.
I know everyone has choices. Being there for a moment is easy, but staying by someone’s side is hard. At the crossroads, you insisted on going left, and I could only turn right without
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