When I was five or six years old, I memorized ancient poems. The most heart-wrenching sentence was "Once upon a time, the sea was difficult to overcome, except for Wushan, it was not clouds."
I thought at that time, this is what love should be like -
"No one but you!"
The magnetic fields of two people can resonate. They have a great attraction for each other and can see each other no matter how far away they are.
But then everyone and everything I saw made me doubt whether love really existed.
Artificial behavior, poor imitation, jealousy.
Was it because I was too naive when I was a child, or it just happened that everything I saw was not beautiful.
I want to try writing a story like this.