The first person I fell in love with was my childhood sweetheart. He had a crush on me. We were not together for many years.
The second person I fell in love with was a stranger. Later we got to know each other. I think he loved me very much. We got married and had a son who looked very much like him. We, in the end, were not together.
We may be able to love two people and be loved by two people at the same time. Unfortunately, we can only stay with one of them until we grow old. This is the saddest statement I have ever heard and I don't understand its meaning.
Even thousands of sails have passed.
Now, I still can't understand its meaning. I obviously loved two people so much, but I couldn't choose to get the love I expected with one of them.
Maybe I'm a bad girl, or maybe I'm a bad woman.
If you ask me which of the two people I love more, I think I will shake my head at you and say with difficulty, it is the second one.
Because, before he knew me, I had already regarded my secret love for him as my lifelong career. When other men have a crush on me, I can't help but follow the custom and have him in my heart.
Because I let down a lifelong relationship and cruelly chose to be with him. I was not blessed and did not have the happiness I imagined.
If, in the next life, I love someone well, there will be only one lover from beginning to end, only the world of two of us, not a threesome.
Well, my "stranger," I love you.