Seeing that you are now living a wealthier life than him, he must regret not treating you better back then.
He'll definitely regret not wanting you when he sees you getting more and more beautiful.
Seeing how carefree and happy you are now, he must feel very inferior.
Who is he? He doesn't deserve you at all. Is he worth spending your whole life getting revenge on?
If the revenge plan fails, there is one loser: yourself. If the revenge plan succeeds, there are two losers: you and him.
My happiness is the most brilliant and cruel revenge I can take on you. To hate you completely, all at once.
I read a book about food where the author proposed a very unusual weight loss method. The method could be described as "eat your fill." The author said: When you crave a certain food, don't worry about gaining weight, just eat it. For example, if you love chocolate, eat it constantly, every day. Eventually, one day, you won't want to eat chocolate anymore. From then on, you won't like chocolate anymore.
This method is like treating a wound with poison. It's a do-or-die situation with chocolate; don't try it lightly. However, it might be worth a shot in matters of the heart.
If the person you love leaves you and you can't forget them, then hate them. Hate them intensely, hate them every day, every minute, every second, hate them when you're awake, and hate them when you're asleep. Don't worry about manners or dignity anymore; you can tell everyone you hate them. As long as you're happy, hate them to your heart's content. Hate them all at once, don't suppress it. Not only hate them, but also their whole family, everyone who knows them, their bed, and their dog.
One day, you'll find that you hate him to the extreme, you can't hate him any more. There's nothing left to hate him for, and besides, no matter how much you hate him, he won't come back to you. At that moment, you suddenly realize that you don't hate him at all; you've become immune to him.
Hating him is useless, so you might as well forget him. At this point, you should be able to forget him.
Love at its most intense often turns into indifference. Hate at its most intense often leaves no more hate. Let us hate to our hearts' content this once and for all. A posture of not wanting him.
People ask me what I do when I'm heartbroken. Honestly, when I'm heartbroken, I inevitably cry, sleep, drink, sit and stare blankly, and wander aimlessly through the streets. Those beautiful heartbreak scenes in movies and novels are all lies. A scene of falling petals and drifting catkins, a melancholic and beautiful moment? That's just a pipe dream. Most people just cry and sleep.
There are different levels of crying. When you have energy, you wail and scream, crying out to the heavens. When you're out of energy, you sob or shed tears. When your tears run dry, you convulse and spasm. When you have energy again, you cry loudly once more. You cry while riding in a car, while showering, while at work, while using the toilet, while wandering the streets, and even while eating. Crying is healthy; once you've cried enough, you can gradually forget about it.
When you're tired of crying, you just want to sleep. If you don't sleep, you have nothing to do and nowhere to go, so heartbroken people love to sleep. When you're asleep, you can temporarily stop thinking about him.
No one can sleep that much; sleep is just an escape. The moment you open your eyes, you think of him. At this point, all you can do is toss and turn in bed, constantly changing positions. One moment you're curled up with your legs bent, your hands covering your head; the next you're on your feet, then you're lying on your stomach—but it still doesn't work, so you change positions again. You try hugging your knees, or covering your head with the blanket, or dangling your feet off the bed with your head hanging over the edge, even sleeping under the bed, on the cold kitchen floor, on the chilly balcony. Why do this? Just to find a position where you don't want to think about him. It turns out he hasn't left.
Some people ask, when people separate, is it the person who leaves or the person who stays who suffers more? It should be said that the person who loves the most suffers more.
When one partner in a relationship has to go out alone, this brief separation is bound to be more painful for the one who stays behind than for the one who leaves.
The person out there is busy traveling or working, living a vibrant life, while the person left behind has to face loneliness alone. It is at that moment that he realizes how much he misses the other person.
Airports are often places for marriage proposals. When a woman returns home, the man who comes to pick her up is so lovesick that he falls right into her trap and says, "Will you marry me?"
Who says that once you're married, you don't have to separate?
The next time, the man went out alone, and the woman left behind felt lonely. She worried that something might happen to him, and even more so that he might have a romantic encounter.
It's always better to abandon someone than to be abandoned. In the end, one person leaves and the other stays. The one who leaves is never as miserable as the one who stays.
As time goes by, the one who stays discovers they can forget the one who left, and thus, their pain subsides; but the one who left discovers they still love the person from before. At that moment, they realize that they were the one who stayed. They bow, leave, and smile goodbye.
Doing everything properly seems to be the most difficult thing.
Being tactful means making everyone happy. Making yourself happy isn't difficult, but making others happy is anything but. To sacrifice yourself to please others is noble; to take advantage of others is excessive. True tact means that when others are happy, you are happy too.
Knowing how to politely refuse someone is an art. If a friend asks for your help and you don't want to, but you refuse outright, they'll think you're not a good friend. You carefully consider how to come up with a tactful reason to refuse. Even though you've rejected them, they may still like you.
You need to be especially polite to people you don't like. Being sarcastic and mean might give you a chance to vent your anger, but it immediately lowers your personal standards. The less you take them seriously, the more uncomfortable they will feel.
When stepping down, one should be more dignified. Stepping down isn't the problem; what's truly unsightly is making baseless accusations afterward. Such a person clearly lacks proper upbringing.
In matters of the heart, it's even more important to maintain decorum. If you like someone but they don't like you back, don't cling on or beg for their good taste. Bow and leave with a smile. Leaving so gracefully will surely make them miss you in the future. If the person you love has changed their mind, the only way to get your revenge is to cooperate with them and leave immediately. Never let them see you heartbroken. Decorum means not saying everything and not doing everything. What's the worst possible outcome?
Most people in love fantasize about the best possible ending. Their ideal ending is usually marriage or a lifetime together. Because they imagine such a perfect ending, they become very sad when they realize that it's impossible to achieve it.
I usually think about what the worst possible outcome would be.
What would be the worst possible outcome between you and me?
Is it to hate the other person for the rest of one's life?
From this day forward, shall we never see each other again until death?
Is it mutual torment and mutual hatred?
Did I wait until you fell in love with someone else before I left?
Are we not even able to be friends anymore?
When in love, why not consider the worst possible outcome? The worst outcome is simply growing old and never seeing each other again, so let it be. Knowing the worst possible outcome means we still have many paths to take. When that day comes, we won't be too heartbroken. Isn't this the ending we already foresaw?
People cried their hearts out, heartbroken, simply because they never imagined it would end this way. We, however, were prepared.
A game with a predictable ending isn't fun, because games only have winners and losers. A love affair with a predictable ending isn't less moving. Love isn't just about winning and losing; it also leaves memories. Since we can guess these are the likely endings, we can relax. I often say, the worst ending is me telling you, "I want to marry you!" That would be the end of your world.
Friday night moonlight
For single office workers, Friday is the hardest day.
When I returned to the office in the morning, all my colleagues were dressed up and ready to go out that evening. Those with boyfriends or girlfriends were already busy making phone calls at noon to book lunch or confirm dates. Married people had also made plans to play mahjong with other couples. Those with good social skills had already arranged a large party with a bunch of friends. The only ones left were those who had no friends to invite.
Not wanting to spend a Friday night alone, but too shy to ask anyone out, I could only sit in the office, anxiously waiting. By around 4:50 PM, most people in the office had already made plans. At this point, those without dates frantically flipped through their notebooks to see which friends they could ask out to dinner. Unfortunately, after several phone calls, all their friends had already made plans, even the least attractive one.
At five o'clock, everyone in the office had left. You stood by the phone, waiting for a friend to call you back. At 6:15, his call finally came in, but he wasn't in Hong Kong! Your last hope was extinguished.
It's already 7 o'clock, and you're only now asking your friend out. Won't they think you're not sincere? Do you think they're like you, always wanting to go out? You have a crush on someone, but asking them out at 7 o'clock on a Friday night is too much, isn't it? You're not interested in someone, and Friday night is too sensitive for you, so you can't ask them out.
At 7:30, you had no choice but to drag your lonely figure home to eat instant noodles. Why is the moonlight always so desolate on Friday nights? How many stars are there in the sky, really?
There's a fairy tale in Grimm's Fairy Tales called "The Shepherd Boy," in which the shepherd boy can cleverly answer any question. The king, hearing of this, summoned the shepherd boy. The king asked the shepherd boy three questions. One of them was: "How many stars are in the sky?" The shepherd boy asked for a piece of white paper and used a pen to make many small dots on it, so densely packed that they were almost invisible and impossible to count. Then he said, "There are as many stars in the sky as there are dots on this paper. Go and count them!"
We'll never know how many stars are in the sky. If a man today said, "I'd do anything for you, including pluck the stars from the sky for you," we'd probably laugh until we cried. Who would believe such an outdated and cheesy vow? When gazing at the stars under a vast night sky, it's best to sit beside a man who doesn't talk much. With eternity before us, earthly promises seem insignificant.