The Pen Has Not Arrived Yet, Because the Feelings Have Not yet Arrived.

There is always a story about love in my heart. The love I want to write about is the sparks flying when souls collide, the blazing heat running in both directions; the still water flowing deep until death, the intertwining of love and hate until death; it is also those things that quietly dissipate in the wind for no clear reason... However, after deleting, deleting, and revising, I was still unable to put pen to paper. Perhaps it's because the entire understanding of love still comes from books, images and other people's stories. Like a traveler standing outside the realm of love, he describes its climate and landforms based on the scenery seen from a distance. I'm always confused: How does love begin? How does it grow or die day by day? I know there are thousands of answers, but which one is the real one? It's so hard to capture. Unlike family ties, which have blood as a natural bond; nor like friendship, which maintains a comfortable distance, it requires the most thorough courage to share everything about each other's lives, even the intertwining of families and families. So, I decided to wait. Wait for the day when you will have a deeper understanding of it, whether through personal experience or through longer thinking and insight. Come back when the time comes and write their story completely. At that time, the love written in the pen may have the weight of life. Intent: Love is not about possession and control, but acceptance and common progress