There are two kinds of love in the world.
One is the love that stands in the sun, has a legitimate relationship, meets each other's parents, talks about marriage, and is written in the household registration book.
The other kind is love born in the gray area, growing between hesitation and caution.
When they met, they each had families, children, identities, and responsibilities.
That kind of love is the collapse after countless self-restraints, the tears held back after secretly checking a WeChat message late at night, and the obsession to do something even though you know it is impossible.
It's not that they don't know the cost, and it's not that they haven't tried to let go.
It's just that I can't let go.
There is a kind of relationship that can never be seen by others, but it always exists in the heart.
There is a name that cannot be called, but is hidden in all silence and hesitation.
Some people are destined to only accompany you for a short journey.
It's not because you don't love enough, it's because you can't take another step forward.
They can only love with all their strength for a limited time.
Then, in the face of the rules of fate, quietly retreat.
This is a story about "love and identity cannot coexist".
It has no climactic reversals and no bloody battles.
Some are just a pair of adults struggling in silence, compromising in reality, and exiting in deep affection.
After that day, they stopped communicating.
But no one has forgotten.
I hope that after reading this book, you will be able to understand one sentence:
"Not all love will have results.
But the love that has results may not be deep. "
——This preface is dedicated to everyone who has loved quietly in the cracks of life.
They are not bad people.
However, at a certain moment, I felt my true feelings, but there was nowhere to put them.
