Compared with time and love, the latter is the ultimate truth. In this way, you are qualified to swear in this era: eternal life.
There is no middle ground in me, just like most people, love is either vigorous or ends sadly. Jumping at both ends of a line, half of what you see is sea water and half of it is fire. If there is someone willing to wait for me in the middle of that line, then I think I will retreat from either end and stay by his side.
But I am too self-aware and too afraid of getting hurt. I thought that during the long lonely waiting, I might only see my own shadow and the back of that person who left several years ago, but I never looked back to pay attention to the person who had been looking at my back.
When I was in adolescence, I came into contact with Haruki Murakami's novel for the first time, and I suddenly felt a sense of coldness for no reason. Those who can't get it, or those who seem to be incompatible with each other. They all reveal a kind of loneliness that cannot be replicated. The kind of coldness is like standing on the beach alone in late autumn, listening to the waves mixed with the sea breeze hitting the coast over and over again. The melancholy screams of seagulls mixed with it hit the eardrums, making people feel a little creepy. I don't know if it was because of the influence of his novels that my entire ignorant adolescence was filled with a sense of insecurity about others. It seems that there is always a layer of invisible and intangible transparent material between people. I huddled myself in the ivory tower. Flowers bloom and fall by themselves, and so on through eighteen years of youth.
Until, you show up.