我们心里永远都有一个人,不是他,也会有别人。刚开始我们都会折磨自己,埋怨自己,恨自己为什么一直放不下这个人。后来才知道,不是你放不下谁,而是你放不下想念对方的那个自己。
Experience is not interesting till it begins to repeat itself, in fact, till it does that ,it hardly is experience. (Elizabeth Bowen, British novelist