He is 42 years old this year, and I am almost 40 years old.

I regret it.

He is 42 years old this year, and I am almost 40 years old.

We couldn't be together due to various reasons. After we separated, we started our own families, but we have never lost contact. We have the same circle of classmates and friends, and we also work in the same circle.

For so many years, no matter if I had trouble, injury or illness, he was the first person to come and see me.

He is not good at expressing himself, is chauvinistic, workaholic, and has a resolute personality. When I was young, I thought he was cold and unromantic, but now that I am older, I understand that a man should not be judged by what he says, but by what he does.

Over the years, when we occasionally meet at gatherings, we mostly talk about work, and we never mention emotional matters. His wife is very nice, my husband is also very nice, and we know each other well.

It’s just that except for Wushan, it’s not Yun.

Occasionally I dream about him, think about him, and think about the past, and I can't sleep anymore.

A few years ago, my family immigrated to Europe. He came to see me off. I asked him if he wanted a European-style farewell gift. He came over and hugged me tightly. It was the first time I saw him. tears.

In Europe, I continue to work and keep busy. I occasionally receive emails from him, which is also work.

This year, I met him in Europe at an industry conference. There was no greeting. He lowered his head and sat there. I walked over and he raised his head and looked at me. He said: I just can’t live without him. Open you.

At that moment, I burst into tears.

In so many years, since we met, this was the first time he expressed his emotions directly to me.

Before I went abroad, I bought a house near his house. I would sit there occasionally and I felt so close to him. I don’t know why I still have such a girlish heart when I am nearly 40 years old. Later, I gave him the key and asked him to help take care of the house.

He sent me a message a few days ago, saying that he went to sit in the house. He said he didn’t know why, but it felt like it was our home.

It was too late. I met the right person at the right time, but I still missed it.

It’s fate.

A few days ago I saw Zheng Peipei saying that the most romantic thing in her life was the Prince Charming when she was young, and her last wish after his death was that she would send him off.

This kind of romance is something that young people cannot understand. Now I understand that this is love. When life comes to an end, I hope he will send me off.

When we were young, we had too many desires. We quarreled, fought, and distrusted each other. In the end, we all thought we had made the most "correct" choice, giving up love to pursue wealth, power, and status. Now we have everything. I also understand what is the most important thing, but I can't go back.

This year in the UK, he took me for a drive. I asked him, if you could do it again in your life, would you make the same choice? He said: If I had my life again, I would choose you.

The golden willows by the river are the bride in the sunset, and the beautiful shadows in the ripples of light are rippling in my heart.

While writing this answer, I opened the photos of us when we were twenty, a tall and handsome boy and a lovely girl.