When I love you, I think everything about you is good. When I decided to give up, I didn't think there was anything wrong with you. At least I thought I liked you. When I still didn't know clearly what I liked about many things, I felt they were all indifferent. At that time, I knew clearly that I liked you very much, and it was about the future.
Thinking that I probably won't be able to live the high-level life that I hope for, thinking that I will be worried about the daily necessities of food, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, tea, and thinking that I will be so angry with my children in the future are all very ordinary and trivial things. But he changed his role in the following decades. Either hardship or happiness. In the world I envision, there is always a role for you.
I'm afraid that one day, you will say to me, this is just sex.