This kind of feeling is called love by some and obsession by others.
For a woman, she is willing to sacrifice her whole life just for that person's bright smile. This is not a strange story. People passing by in a hurry on the street can sit down and chat with you for a whole day. This ordinary story is repeated day after day, you have it, I have it, she has it...
To be honest, her story is a little different.
I remember that the day they separated, she went back as usual, changed shoes, took a shower, changed clothes, washed the sheets, mopped the floor, poured a full glass of boiling water, and wrote. It was as if they didn't notice that he was gone, or simply forgot that he had ever been there. Thinking that he is another woman's support after all, they will hold hands under the warm sun and take a long, long walk. There are undefeated tulips on the roadside - just like a man's inexhaustible tenderness. Life long, forever.
She wrote: I had a dream filled with smoke and clouds, in which flowers bloomed.
I have been reluctant to write for a long time, but when I write a sentence, I wake up from my dream and the flowers fall.