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.