Letting You Go at 30

Two weeks before my 30th birthday was the seventh anniversary of my relationship with Song Ye.



He prepared a romantic candlelight dinner, exquisite gifts, and a small cake for me.



The atmosphere was very romantic, and I thought he would propose to me at this moment.



Song Ye's phone rang, and he said sorry to me, and to rest early tonight.



I stood frozen on the spot, suddenly feeling that all the reluctance in the world was meaningless.



He doesn't love me that much.



Perhaps being together from the start was a mistake.



I should let you go, and also let myself go.