When he loves me the most, I think he is dispensable. When I love him the most, I start to worry about gains and losses again. It may be due to the onset of procrastination. I am always half a beat slower than him. In the end, the two of us are no longer in sync with each other. So we separated, got back together, and separated again. It's like laying soil on the bones of a lost love, planting seeds, watering them, and growing fruits, and we all know clearly what is buried underneath.