Sarah will then say I'm disappointed in me because my behavior spoils the fun, because I don't trust her.

Then, she would trash the house and proceed to go cold turkey with me.

She would even deliberately let me know every day that she was going out to play with Hulk again.

Until I couldn't stand it anymore, I begged her for forgiveness like a dog, even on my knees, and only when she was in a good mood would she forgive me.

Maybe our relationship was not equal from the beginning.

In college, she was a privileged girl who attracted attention wherever she went, while I was just a nerd.

Every day, people send her flowers, and many of them change their confessions to her.

Even a big boss outside the school brought a truck full of roses to express his love, but she said in public that roses without love are cold and she doesn't need them.

But I was just a nerd, and my classmates and roommates excluded me and even bullied me.

I was a bit depressed during that time and often went to sit on the rooftop. Many times I wanted to jump down.

It was she who sat beside me and said to me, "High places are for looking at the most beautiful scenery, not for killing yourself, George, don't jump off the building, I'll enjoy the scenery with you."

At that moment, the breeze blew her hair and the afterglow of the setting sun shone on her face. She was my salvation.

Then we became a couple, and everyone envied me and was jealous of me, saying explicitly and implicitly that I wasn't good enough for her, and there was never a shortage of suitors for her, so I was anxious.

Every second of my life, I was afraid that she would be taken away by someone else.

So I tried my best to be nice to her and make myself feel important in front of her.

I would share everything with her, but she just responded with indifference, only ellipses, and didn't even bother to say a word back to me.

But I never gave up and still love everything about her.

I even thought that she was my everything.

I was used to being humble, she was used to scorn.

"George, are you mute?"

Seeing that I didn't say anything for a long time, Sarah suddenly scolded me.

Until now, she felt that she was right.

I glanced at her indifferently, walked over to the sofa and sat down, "If you think my presence at home will disturb you, I can leave first."

"Are you going to spoil the fun again?"

She asked with a frown, still not taking it seriously.