What Happens to Older Women

I am a late-maturing girl. When I was twenty-four, I met a man who was fifteen years older than me. I called him Uncle Baby. It was said that he had a heart disease. In fact, this disease does not seem to prevent him from doing anything today. I have even forgotten that he made me feel pity for him so much. No matter summer or winter, his lips are always purple. I mention this now because when I was naive, the story between me and this man I met by chance on the Internet developed into something bizarre and inexplicable. Today, for the past four years, this seemingly simple man has left me with a lot of suspense. Later, I proved many times that kissing him has no warmth. I have refused this kind of contact without warmth. A person's sensitivity and extraordinary imagination in love are of no use. The truth is in the hands of this man. According to the current situation, I will never want to know the other side of him. The sad thing is that this is just my desire for a moment. Four years is no longer a matter of time. It's that I am colluding with this man, and all my questions are put to rest because I don't know the answer. My thoughts and willpower were completely wiped out. I believed that he had no woman because of his heart problem. I would keep calling his cell phone, but his cell phone would never be answered. Worried about his safety, I felt anxious and helpless and shed too many tears, even though this man would appear in front of me unexpectedly in the next period of time. But my pity for him has been buried deep in my heart for a long time and has grown with tears. I was naive enough to probably write a book longer than this story. But, who has never been naive? And when we were naive, no one knew the inside story and told us not to be naive, it was false. This is not a confessional statement. I don't want to tell others how heartless I am, and that he is a storyteller with deep plans. Maybe it's the opposite...