The harbor that I rushed to when I was young was gilded with the halo of perfection by the secular world.
The thick fog inside has persisted for years, the pretense of repentance is the curtain, the comfort of others is the shackles, and the tiny and unspeakable scars are all hidden clues.
In the predicament, he was greedy for the warmth of the past, silently gathering clues, and tried to escape several times, but was held back by all kinds of fetters.
It was only when all the fog was lifted that it suddenly dawned on me that the destination that I had longed for was the cage that I had laid out early in the morning.
Purpose: A seemingly smooth young relationship may not be the destiny of life. Worldly sentiments and soft-hearted nostalgia can easily become shackles that trap oneself. The hidden hurt in an intimate relationship will not dissipate on its own. Don't rely on others to persuade the other person to wake up. The only way out of the predicament is to stay awake and rely on the law to protect yourself.