Yesterday, I was chatting with a friend about his last breakup.

He said that for a long time, he couldn't move on and kept missing his ex-girlfriend. So one day, he wrote down in his notes app the things about her that actually weren't that great, listing them one by one until he had ten points.

Another friend heard this and whispered, "I've written bad things about her in my notes too."

Thinking about it, I knew what he wrote weren't really bad things. Otherwise, he would have just said them out loud right now, instead of using this method to forget the other person.

You see, in a relationship, there is always one person who likes the other a bit more, who gives a bit more. In the end, when the other person leaves, there is no resentment, only the thought: I need to find a way to forget.

I comforted him, saying that the girl didn't deserve him.

He seriously refuted me, "No, she really is a very good and excellent person. It's just that I couldn't keep up with her pace."

There are actually no bad people in this story. Just two people who fell in love, walked a happy path for a while, and then separated when they found they weren't compatible. But hearing this still made me so sad. It turns out that for many things in this world, effort alone isn't enough.

Otherwise, how is it that when you love someone, in the end, the only thing left that you can strive for is to forget?