Sometimes you also think that you will meet the perfect lover by chance. If you really meet it, can you catch it? I ask myself this from time to time, and after many years, I find that those perfections are all in my writing. I changed the bits and pieces of my life when I was young into a different scene. If my stories were connected in that imagined scene, would my life really be perfect?
I can't answer this question, but no matter what the reality is, we will still dream. As Duras said, my love is not a porridge or a meal, but a heroic dream in ordinary life. Let us do this heroic dream together and temporarily forget about earthly life.