At the age of 18, by the lake, he said to her, waiting for you to say you love me is so long that the sky is getting dark.
Eight years later, he told her, I'm afraid I still won't be able to cope with your expectations of me, so I don't dare to hear you say you love me again.
Long after they separated, someone asked her why you weren't angry that your husband didn't love you enough. She smiled and said, because I didn't love him enough, my thoughts extended the life of another person.