I had a long, long dream.
In the dream, there was a hot embrace, the shackles of the world, a family that she couldn't control, and a life that I couldn't ask for.
She is a gentle and decent wife and mother in the eyes of others.
Mom's best friend.
But it is the person I hide in my bones and blood, dare not speak to, dare not touch, and try my best to get close to him.
At the party, after seeing each other for ten thousand years, she said, I am your mother's good friend, just call me aunt.
The feeling of being out of place at the reunion, the numbness and indifference when changing seats, the long slide sliding into nothingness.
Until the world turns gray, I dare to have a good love with her in my fantasy.
Hugs, kisses, whispers, goodbyes.
All the things I dared not do in reality, I did in my dream.
"Auntie, I miss you so much."
"I love you, I am yours, my whole being is yours."
I woke up and the alarm clock rang.
I lay on the empty bed and whispered softly:
"Auntie, I love you."
This is just one scene for the rest of my life.
Purpose: to express awe and cherishment of sincere emotions, to advocate an emotional attitude of rationality, restraint, and respect, to guide readers to face their inner emotions, learn to reconcile with regrets, and grow towards the sun.