One second, I was trapped in the abyss of marriage and couldn’t breathe. The next second, the two fell in love again as they first saw each other. For a while, I was deeply envious of the frank and open heart communication between husband and wife. Even discussing the new love is harmonious. After a while, he was pulled back to the marriage hell of quarrels, accusations and even fights. Originally, I wanted to satisfy my expectation that the relationship between men and women would end after entering into marriage (it was indeed met at the legal level), but because of the fact that the relationship between the enemy and the friend, which is physically and psychologically so closely connected from beginning to end, was actually met. Have a small vision of marriage. But it’s okay to think about it in the end, I just never enjoyed the real communication between two souls, and never had a truly intimate relationship to satisfy my slightly rekindled desire for expression, so I pitifully felt a little envy idea. I still don’t believe in love, even if the two end up hugging each other tightly, and the tenderness and sweetness in the relationship between the sexes resurface, it’s just swimming out of the water to take oxygen; even if the truth of life is that everyone I don’t believe in love, but I have no choice but to accept that I will be a trivial clone created by the great engineer of a society step by step, get married, have children and then die. I still want to naively insist on being alone.
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