I had hoped that I would meet a man who would love me, and I would love him back.
I once hoped that I would get a happiness that belongs to me.
Later, I really met him,
I was afraid that I would end up in the same situation as my mother, turning a blind eye to his advances toward me, indifferent to his kindness to me, and treating his love for me as just a temporary novelty.
But I didn't expect that no matter how hard I tried to avoid his love, I still fell deeply into it. Until finally, I truly experienced my mother's heart-breaking and heart-breaking love.
I think I may never want to have love again in this life.