I don’t want to see you fall into bad habits.”The Vivian Sterling of my memories remembered all my hobbies, bought me the latest action figures without ever finding me childish, dropped everything to be with me when I was sick, and every six months, took me to explore a new city, taking countless photos.Three years. I thought we loved each other deeply enough.She played the role of a girlfriend too perfectly, which made it impossible for me to accept her broken character now.But she had repeatedly stressed that we were merely elder and junior.
If I continued to cling to her, I would lose all respect for myself.I laughed and replied, “No need. You no longer have the right to care about me!”Hung up, deleted, blocked—all in one swift motion.My cloud drive held nearly ten gigabytes of photos, documenting the sweet moments Vivian Sterling and I shared over three years.Even the most precious memories, once love became a thing of the past, would turn into torture.
