The message

“Call me later, baby” ... August 1st ... First time he ended the phone call so quickly.

“Listen to me, I was busy yesterday”... August 2rd… He tried to make an excuse.

“I am so tired today. I need to go to sleep. I will call you back” ... August 5th morning… Ok. I said.

“The person you call is unreachable” ... August 5th evening… No one answered.

“ I am always alone” ...August 16th… He left the message to a strange girl on blog,

“Stop complaining. I am agitated”... August 24th… First time he shouted at me.

“I really don’t want to stay with you” ... August 30th midnight… I cannot bear anymore.

“Don’t go away. I love you”... August 31st… He cried and said.

“This is the last time I choose to forgive you” ... September 1st… I compromised.

"This is my girlfriend"... September 16th... He said to his roommates.

“Happy 18th Birthday, my baby. Love you.” ...September 22nd…  Nine phones make a heart-shaped， and left words on the screen.

"I cannot leave you anymore".....September 26th.....I wrote on my diary.

 

What’s more? Love is unfathomable mire. Once you fall in love, it is hardly to leave without hurt.