The man stared at you in silence, "Do you think you really love me? In fact, you are so selfish. Sometimes I really want to ask you, who are you looking at through my eyes?"
Yes, it is obvious that the person you have been waiting for for many years is standing in front of you, but why do you still feel that something is missing?
His eyes were still the same as before, with two bright moons hanging high under his sword-shaped brows, and amber pupils containing anger and hatred.
Nothing has changed, everything has changed.
You didn't say anything, but he smiled.
"Admit it, you love no one but yourself the most."
He smiled ferociously, as if he had heard some big joke. The corners of his eyes seemed to be blurred by something. Before leaving, he turned to look at you.
"You don't know what love is."
Don't you understand? Your heart should obviously hurt, but why can't you say a word? Standing on the balcony, you watched the man's leaving back gradually shrink into a black dot, and quietly lit a cigarette.
What is love?
Is it that when you look at him, the fallen leaves from when you were 17 years old float in your heart? Is it that when you face his innocent eyes, you want to kiss but let go of your hand? Is it the heart that no longer beats violently under your chest when he accuses you of not understanding love?
You suddenly remembered the hottest topic everyone talked about when you were a kid:
The person who loves you and the person you love, which one will you choose?
When you were 19 years old, you chose someone to love you, and two years later, you broke up peacefully. He said he was tired of it, as if he couldn't hold on to your heart no matter what.
When you were 27 years old, you chose the person you loved. Today, he said that you don't understand what love is at all.
And this year, you are 31 years old.
You look out the window at the busy traffic. People passing by after get off work are eager to go home.
The dark night gradually replaces the setting sun in the sky, but none of the thousands of lights in the world is lit for you.
The one who loves you and the one you love, the result seems to be the same.
Intention: If spring does not come, the nightingale will not come