What if a man told you: I don't take you into my heart, but I take you into my heart?
How would you feel?
I don't know, maybe because I've loved him for so long, I've become numb.
Even though I am numb, I still love him as much as before.
Since I couldn't find the answer in my heart, I had to ask my closest friend.
The result is more different types of answers.
But one of the answers made me burst into tears that I had hidden for a long time:
If a man says something like this to a woman, it only further proves that the man does not love the woman.
When this man is happy, he never thinks of the woman who loves him. Only when he is disappointed and painful,
Only then will he think of her. This is not love, but just asking for a kind of comfort and salvation, because he knows that this woman will always be waiting for him not far away from him.
This is the difference between keeping it in your heart and keeping it in your heart.
Perhaps I have thought of this answer a long time ago, but I have never been willing to admit it directly.
If my heart could die, I would have died thousands of times.