People who love horns and glass hearts, like me, don't seem to find it easy to be happy in love.
Sometimes, things about the past can always get into your ears easily, whether you want to hear it or not, whether you want to know it or not. In fact, you never deliberately asked to inquire, but they always try to brush their presence, and when you are about to forget, they jump out to give you a blow.
They're like the peas under the thick mattress in the Princess Pea story, you might be able to fool yourself "I don't feel anything", but who can really fool yourself in those moments when you have to be alone with yourself?
Once you know, oops, everything starts to go bad. His wandering eyes, his likes in the circle of friends, and his perfunctory treatment of you that he may not have realized, all seem to have a reasonable explanation. It's a heartbreaking explanation, and you can't help but ask yourself, is it all just in my head? You feel like a lunatic, like a pathetic grumpy woman, but you have to choose to trust your sixth sense, because, we always Choice involuntarily assumes the worst doesn't it?
And the worst part doesn't stop there, but one day you feel like you can't take it anymore, so you ask him "let's talk", his innocent, clueless look. As said in countless chicken soups that analyze the difference between men and women in love, the storm is about to come on your side, but he doesn't feel any red flags. However, when you ask a question that doesn't like to be around the corner, every one of them points directly to the essence and core of the question, but he impatiently says that you think too much and waved his hand to avoid answering, there is a soft voice in his ear Let me tell you, you really have a problem.
He could have given you the answer you wanted to hear, an answer full of security, and let all your doubts go, but he didn't.
He said that you think too much, which leads your anxiety, mania, and depression to the climax of nowhere to be placed.
If this is a movie, it is probably at this time that the heroine will be blackened.
Originally, when the sky fell, I didn’t worry about who I loved, but now I’m holding my broken heart in one hand, and the love I don’t know if I can keep it in the other, and I start thinking over and over again. , from start to finish, where did I go wrong?
Some girls began to feel that his every facial expression was like acting; some girls, who couldn't hold their emotions very well, began to yell at him "why did you do this to me?" The gaffe hearers embarrassed words.
And so the intimacy between the two begins to unravel, in a very subtle way.
-- You want to hold his hand, and he just puts it in his pocket;
-- He politely says thank you for your concern;
-- He no longer laughs about your wind-blown bangs as he used to He is like a madman and helps you close with your hands;
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but he is still the good gentleman, he laughs and agrees with whatever you say, but you feel that something is disappearing between you, you can't tell what it is What, you feel like there's an invisible wall between you. It turns out that you never feel embarrassed if you don't talk to each other, but now the silence is suffocating you.
Women are generally the ones who can't bear it first, because, universally, women are always braver than men and dare to face the bloody reality.
Some people say that good love should not be like this, but not everyone is lucky enough to meet good love. Besides, I guess there is no good love in the first place, and it is all self-deception by people who have not tasted the negative emotions of love. The face of love is all kinds of strange, what qualifications do you have to judge my love?
But in the 45th anniversary, the situation encountered by the heroine is obviously more desperate. The love of young people is always reckless and careless of others, no matter how big the trouble is, everyone will sigh that this is youth, and the hero and heroine, who are all in their early years, how to deal with this sudden "what if". She told him , I know that there is a problem between us is one thing, others know it is another; in the next forty-fifth anniversary party, they have to behave very decently, without flaws; she wants him not only go to the party, but also WANT to go.
When the heroine asks, if she hadn't died, would you both get married?
I think no matter how the male lead responds, it will bring an inevitable storm to this otherwise peaceful relationship.
What's more, the male protagonist also said, yes.
It should be at this moment that there is something in the heroine's heart that has been tainted forever and can never be recovered.
Although the lyrics also sing "what you can't get will always be in turmoil", but isn't the company of 45 years more moving than the fleeting affection? When the male protagonist talks about the beauty of the past to the female protagonist, every woman in front of the screen is more or less chilled.
For this movie, I think I'm too young to understand what kind of relationship two people will be in after 45 years of marriage. Presumably it should be more companionship than passion, but the two have no children, and only each other is opposite each other every day. After all that's happened, the heroine, as a capitalized spiritual cleanser, how can she face this familiar and unfamiliar person beside her What about lovers.
If I go back in time, I wonder how the heroine would have made a different choice, whether to choose not to ask the male lead where the letter came from, or not to go to the attic to see the photo of the first love, or not to ask that hypothetical question?
I just know there are things I wish I never knew if I had a choice.
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