I Don't Like This World, I Only Like You (我不喜歡這世界，我只喜歡你) by Qiao Yi (喬一)

After a business trip, I got a call from my best friend at the airport—she'd just gone through a breakup and was crying her eyes out. I dragged my suitcase and went to drink with her.

We talked about how love that begins and ends well is a rare miracle, like a meat pie falling from the sky. It's unrealistic to expect love to show up like boxed meals—on time and one per person.

When I got home, I was feeling especially emotional. I hugged F and said,
"I've always had bad luck in life. Meeting you is probably the luckiest thing that's ever happened to me. That's why I cherish you so much. Loving you is the only thing I've ever stuck with my whole life."

He said,
"Mm. It's touching that you feel that way."
Then after a pause, he added,
"But don't think I'm going to forgive you for coming home at three in the morning."

Then he shot me a hard glare and went to the kitchen to make me honey water to cure the hangover.