I once read a magazine that told the story of a couple and a plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes.
They had a hard time. The girl remembered that the boy liked to eat tomatoes, and the boy remembered that the girl liked to eat eggs, so they both forced themselves to eat things they clearly didn't like.
Later, when they separated, they discovered their misunderstandings over the years, but the two of them were about to part ways.
This story talks about forcing yourself to eat something you don't like or even hate for the sake of love.
When I first read this story, I wanted to satirize whether they really understood each other, so I laughed mercilessly.
I was really ignorant at that time, but now, I would probably have to secretly enjoy myself, and then say with a silly smile, look, he was willing to wrong himself for me.
There are three thousand weak waters, rolling and flowing. I don't know which direction or where. No matter whether the scoop is green, white, blue or transparent, I just don't want to dump it completely, and the remains left behind always make people feel confused and painful.
But the rest cannot be recovered no matter how hard we chase.
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