Later, everyone will be a normal person in society, and Clive finally chose a path recognized by the world. Happy family, raise the eyebrows. He still loved him a little after all, and when his wife told him that Morris might have a girlfriend, his bow tie froze, and he couldn't see the expression on his face, except for a silhouette of a side face. In the past, he had refused even Morris's kiss. The so-called Platonic feelings were just an excuse for his cowardice.
Eric, is a beast with vitality, he is direct, enthusiastic, and not sloppy. Although he has small and humble, he can give up everything he has for Morris. And these are things Clive could never do in his life. Such a fiery and intense love, neither men nor women can resist. Not yet bound by the morals that decent people follow. He told Morris that to love someone is to have sex with him. Those hugs, the smiles on the corners of the eyes, the kisses like water, the friction of the flesh and the possession are not worth mentioning. Morris ended up falling in love with Eric, not only because of the reason for having sex, but more importantly, because he was willing to give up everything he had for him. He was moved, and in the years he had been with Clive, he had never sacrificed anything for him, not even the slightest. When I saw these episodes before, I always felt disdain in my heart. The living environment of the two was so different, their social circles, chat topics, and education levels were completely different, so they might not always be together in the end. They are so in love now that they will be separated eventually. However, who cares that life is so short, to have such feelings, it really needs perfect luck, who cares about him in the future. As long as the moment, as long as the kiss is so warm and real.
Finally, Clive closed the window, and the time was reversed. He stood under the window sill and waved to him. Morris came through the smoke and dust of time to say goodbye to the middle-aged Clive. At that time, the sun was still so bright, and in Cambridge in May, the grass was green. Thick, blond hair fluttered in the wind. The boy with clear eyes stood in the shadow of the corridor and said to him, I love you.
I haven't forgotten the past, just don't bring it up again.
PS hastily wrote a little, it's messy, and it's all about venting your emotions. I'll change it later.
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