My World

The world I live in is an "unfinishable" sweet story. Because the author is stuck! Causing the world to fall into a "plot loop". He and I were forced to perform the destined sweetness in thousands of similar starts. We all have looping memories. At the beginning of the 999th cycle, he no longer walked towards the destined "first meeting place", but relied on memory to accurately find me as the "background board". He looked at me, with thousands of years of accumulated love and exhaustion in his eyes, and said with a smile: "I'm tired of the author's routines. This time, I want to write our own, unpredictable ending with you."