My late grandmother told me to break up with my boyfriend and go home to find someone.

Emotion is something that can be exhausted. Gradually, everyone hollowed out each other's last patience and tenderness, leaving only a touch of temperature and long-term memories, but how can we not enter that state? We became each other's chicken ribs, a kind of indifferent concern. I don't even know where to start if I want to save it. This gradual death is worse than drastic change.