Is possession the only way to express love?
Is possession, not destruction?
The humiliated boy ran away and disappeared from the woman's life. Recalling the past, the trembling and tears when the boy touched her thigh, shy but sincere revealing. The woman gradually understood that the boy was really in love with himself and asked for nothing. So the woman picked up the binoculars and, as the boy had done, peered at him across from him, looking for his figure.
Is there really that kind of love? No physical entanglement, just watching you secretly is enough.
Women are always asking: Since you love me, what do you want?
The boy just said he didn't know. When the love in his heart collapsed, he chose to end his life. This is of course some kind of extreme expression.
In reality, we are always disturbed by too many temptations, and we have long forgotten what true love is. Some are just the lack and satisfaction of desire.
At eight o'clock every night, the alarm clock goes off, and the boy leans over the binoculars, watching the woman he loves. When he saw her having sex with a man, he always shook his head and stopped looking.
Why do people cry?
The boy saw the woman sobbing in the camera, so helpless, but he was powerless.
So, he picked up the scissors and pierced his fingers to feel the same pain as the woman. Since you cry, I will cry with you.
The woman finally saw the boy, who fell asleep with gauze wrapped around his wrists. In the boy's room, she held up the telescope and saw the world the boy once looked at, the world that was only her.
The injured self was lying on the table sobbing.
At this time, the boy appeared, reached out to support her shoulder, and leaned over to comfort her.
Everyone has two faces. At work, we always try our best to show our best selves and hide our sadness. But in the middle of the night at home alone, when we really feel helpless and speechless, who can be by our side, hold our hands tightly, and give a touch of warmth?
And this is the boy's love. There are no carnal demands and exchanges, just stay by your side when you need it most, cry with you and hug you.
Lonely hearts, longing for unrequited love.
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