Who will love take care of?

Sincere 2022-04-21 09:01:47

Love is selfish.
The perfect heroine in the hero's heart will involuntarily become a hateful "bacteria" when the hero is about to marry another woman, polluting and blocking all the beautiful continuations that he can't get as much as possible...
Face yourself 9 Years of love, say it without reservation before the other party gets married, this may be a kind of responsibility for oneself, a kind of active struggle, this kind of plot arrangement is a bit dramatic and ideal, but I believe there are many in real life. Such a lover! Saying it is a kind of adventure, either confessing that success will eventually win your own happiness; or giving yourself a sad but worthwhile answer, letting go of your hand and silently blessing the happiness of the other party and others.
This process is destined to cause harm to some related parties, either hurting others or hurting themselves, but it is best that every related party can understand him on the other side with empathy, and then let everyone find a tolerant one. There is no harm, or a balance that smoothes the harm.
The heroine's wife is worthy of being loved, because she knows how to cherish and tolerate love, and only such a person who is not selfish in front of love can truly get the care of love!
The ending of the movie is very warm, bravely say love, bless every couple with lovers!

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  • George Downes: It's amazing the clarity that comes with psychotic jealousy.

  • George Downes: The misery, the exquisite tragedy. The Susan Hayward of it all. I can just picture you there, sitting alone at your table in your lavender gown.

    Julianne Potter: Did I tell you my gown was lavender?

    George Downes: Hair swept up. Haven't touched your cake. Probably drumming your fingernails on the white linen tablecloth, the way you do when you're really feeling down. Perhaps looking at those nails thinking: 'God, I should have stopped in all my evil plotting to have that manicure, but it's too late now.

    Julianne Potter: George, I didn't tell you my dress was lavender.

    George Downes: Suddenly, a familiar song. And, you're off your chair in one, exquisite movement... wondering, searching, sniffing the wind like a dapple deer. Has God heard your little prayer? Will Cinderella dance again? And then, suddenly, the crowds part and there he is: sleek, stylish... radiant with charisma. Bizarrely, he's on the telephone. But then, so are you. And then he comes towards you... the moves of a jungle cat. Although you quite correctly sense that he is... gay... like most devastatingly handsome single men of his age are, you think... what the hell. Life goes on. Maybe there won't be marriage... maybe there won't be sex... but, by God, there'll be dancing.