I love him. I don't ask him to love me, and I won't tell him. Because he has a wife and a very promising child, I told him that it would only cause more trouble for him. I wouldn't do such a thing. As long as he can remember me, as long as I can see him, as long as he doesn't hate me, as long as I still love him, that will be fine. What more could I ask for? That's it. Real. But, I really feel that my life is really like that dream. There are too many surprises, but after the surprises, there is more unbearable loneliness.
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