An ambiguous affair, more friends than lovers. Is it loneliness that causes trouble? Is it because I do not hesitate to resort to means before reaching the goal or is I tempted? Is it because I am too rational and don't want to lose or do I not love. Men never have too many women, and women always want to look up to and worship them.
She was thinking about him, the way he smiled, his hesitation, and his heartache. But she didn't need it, she thought she just wanted to conquer him. But why is my heart hurting and suffocating. Maybe it's just a bad heart.
She is entangled with them, teasing or getting along with them, accompanying or comforting them, joining hands or standing side by side. What does she want? She was her own author and theirs, whenever she wanted to.
There is always a kind of woman in this world who lives a vigorous yet plain and calm life. She always makes you feel like you are the most special. Sophisticated yet chic, sophisticated yet spontaneous, frank yet cunning, indulgent yet traditional, innocent yet mature. She always knows what she wants and what she wants. She is every one of us, and every one of us is her.
—— "A way out? There is no way out! You have to grab what you want! But I don't want anything! I have no way out. Your way out is me, and you cut it off with your own hands!"
—— "I can't tell which of your words are true or false. I only know that you don't love me at all. What you love most is yourself, and there are all escape routes behind you!"
Everyone has secrets. Secrets are both reassuring and scary. Or the secret itself is the escape route.