A strange man broke into my life because of a "bookstore underlined sentence". On the tenth day, 99 roses blocked the door, but he remained hidden behind the screen. A month later, he lost contact. When he returned, he confessed that he was a "transparent person": he had no mobile phone, no freedom, and even love was on a schedule. He used the most perfect script to heal my loneliness, and then used the most cruel reality to escape. I knew it was a trap, but I still kept the number, waiting for a reunion that would never come.
Intention: What people are most easily hit by is not sweet words, but the illusion that "someone finally sees me as a human being"; and the deepest obsession often comes from you knowing that it may be a script, but still reluctant to deny the warmth of being "seen".