Some people are used to wandering and freedom, and are destined to be unable to stay in a certain place.
Sometimes I feel like Alper, unable to enter other people's lives, and unable to let others into my own life; once the real intercourse time, intercourse life, will only be disturbed. That kind of unease can be resolved not by company or by love. But only the kind of person I can live normally, and only when I can prove this, will I be at peace.
I have also tried, but it is too difficult, as Alper said: too difficult.
When Alper was happy when he saw little children, he seemed to be the same. I really yearn for that kind of happiness, but yearning and being able to have it and wanting to have it are two different things. Because in the process of chasing, I will inevitably lose something, lose myself. Not an unworthy sacrifice, but enough to panic and regress.
Sometimes I feel like Ada, weaving a perfect ending for myself, and I will let it go. It is enough to keep some good things in your heart, and the reality may not be so important.
Two people will get separated in the end, maybe not because they don't love each other, but like two magnetic balls, attracting and repelling, and finally they will get tired, disperse, and let go.
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