If you are ruthless, you will not be hurt by love.
As long as I don't miss you, life will not be worse than death.
I wait for your despair to love me.
If I stop, there will be no me like this anymore, the me waiting to meet you again. You are the container of my life, because you can hold my life alive.
Looking forward to your look back, this is my whole world.
I don't remember who said it, but important things are often the hardest to talk about, because words will reduce their importance. It's not easy to make strangers care about the good things in your life.
I don't expect many of you to be moved by this story. After all, there are too many stories of the same type, and people's minds have been honed to the point where they can laugh at the roughness of the writing as a cold-eyed bystander. When I show my article to my bedmates, they will only say that there are too many such stories. The beginning and process are like a blended version of several novels. Maybe, but I want to write them out. This is the person and the world that came from my heart.
This kind of resonance is a rare meaning that I can hardly find.
Maybe, you will too.