There are all kinds of cowardice and cowardice in this world, even "love" is like that. You don't need to doubt it, because love has no privileges; you don't need to feel bad, because love will only hurt; you don't need to worry, because if you want to love, it will not be smooth sailing. Despite this, we, or myself included, even when we are bruised and bruised by love, we still look forward to and cling to love. Write her story and share it, so that all people with similar emotional experiences can resonate with each other and welcome, wait for, pay tribute to, and commemorate this damn love together.
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