I am looking for someone on earth who will teach me love.
So, you showed up. Appeared so suddenly. Looking up at your figure makes the world smaller, and the past sixteen years have become a fleeting silhouette, yellowed and tiny.
You are the dazzling sun in the sky. I just cautiously stare at your figure on the horizon, not daring to get too close and unable to get too close. I'm worried that your light will be so dazzling that it will hurt my eyes.
I have always been accustomed to you following her gaze, and I have never tried to find my own shadow in your eyes.
I am always used to her chatting and laughing with you, and I have never tried to have a heart-to-heart talk with you.
I have always been accustomed to your stopping for her, and I have never tried to expect that one day in the future you will stop for me.
I am always used to your back and never try to grab your sleeves.
I'm always used to it, just like what the book says. In silence, turn waiting into gesture.
Like a sunflower, I am used to being behind you and enjoying the warmth of your charity.
In fact, if possible, I hope that the sunflower will not give all its love and blood and tears to its only belief - the sun. I hope that she can live freely without the warmth of the sun's charity. I hope that it can also find happiness with its back to the sun.
I know that even if the sunflower always revolves around the sun, it will get nothing.
Such a strong hope is like I wish I had never met you.
You taught me to love, and then I never dared to love again.
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