If one day you are willing to give me a letter, if it is just anonymous, then send it in the wind. If it blows into my hand, then I will tear it up and let the wind blow it away. I hope I will no longer miss you or be troubled. If you can't send it to my hand, just treat it as our invisible thoughts.
Why did you tell me: "That woman can't give you a child, so she needs me. Am I just a substitute from now on?"
Intention: If you don't get love that you can't escape from, you will only lose yourself and get your head broken and bloody.