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No one knew what she gave up on her twentieth birthday. Tears flowed uncontrollably, as if they wanted to wash away all traces of love. She said, cry, cry as much as you want. After crying, you can stop loving him. At least from today on, you must slowly learn not to love him, the dazzling man who has been with her for ten years.
Loving her seems to have become a habit. I like to meet all her requirements and see her smile silly at me. I feel that if I don't love her, I am no longer myself. But because I can't lose, I can't be more greedy. I say to myself, that's it. However, it seems that it is still lost. If you lose it, can you still be yourself?
However, no matter what, this is a simple story full of love. . . .