We walked through milk tea shops in midsummer, parking lots in late autumn, and sofa kisses on winter nights...
But he couldn't get out of the prison forged by seventeen years.
She has a "roommate" whom she has been in love with for seventeen years, a secret that cannot be told.
And I was just a moment outside her orderly life.
I once described her as my butterfly, destined to fly far away and say goodbye.
Later, the butterfly fluttered its wings and left me, leaving me in the desolate year without snow.
I thought the ending of the story was beautiful.
Until fate sneers. It was raining heavily at night, and she was soaked and knocked on my door.
"I read every tweet of yours." She whispered, her breath hot.
The ice that had been separated for three months instantly shattered. That night, she passed out drunk on my sofa, and the kiss was the trigger that caused her to lose control, igniting the hidden fire that had been suppressed for four years.
But the truth is like a knife - there is an insurmountable gap between loyalty and betrayal between us.
What is love?
It's the chicken soup she brought in the rain, it's the window on the eleventh floor that secretly photographed my back, it's "I make a detour every day after get off work to see the lights on in your house."
It was also the words she blurted out, "I can't help you if you think so," the hand that suddenly pulled away when the phone rang, and the heart-wrenching words, "I have a responsibility to her."
We hugged each other in the heavy rain, and hid in a hurry under the scorching sun of the secular world.
The monitor silently recorded the forbidden kiss, and the chat box contained the most vicious curses and humblest prayers.
Every time I get close is like fireworks in the dark night, and after the brilliance, there is a deeper burning pain.
"I am the poison, not the antidote," she said.
But I enjoy it.
When the diving bell closes again, can the butterfly break out of its fateful deep blue? This love that started in the sunset, trapped in the heavy rain, and struggled in the cold winter finally ended in farewell, or... Rebirth from the ashes?
"Love is sacrifice and greatness?" She once said.
"Love is seeing and protecting your loneliness and freedom." I retorted softly.
"Hate lasts longer than love. To have someone who once loved you hate you is the most vicious curse in the world."
"If God has a way, he will not let lovers separate; if God has no way, he can only follow God's will."
"I'll run with you behind you - don't look back, you have to run forward with all your strength."
Intention: Love is when thinking about her brings happiness and pain
