And none of this is important. Because you filled each other's heart with each other and filled each other.
The span of a weekend. Compressed too much emotion. However, it has been carefully crafted like a cocoon, and the delicate but unpredictable texture of the feelings. Deep and so pale-in fact, this is the real you and me. You and I who walk in love and love. You touch That me is actually the real you. Just like your line: "So I saw me from TA's eyes. I saw the real me." I know the fcking me, that's the fcking true me.
"Have you tried to be alone? Just yourself?" You are a noisy person, you are a person who never knows how to compromise. Your only compromise is to escape. re-draw yourself. What you are really afraid of is the you who you have repeatedly high-profile to the world, the glitzy you. You locked your heart, and used exaggeration to cover your desolation. You yearn to be loved, yearn for Dependence, but always hope that you are cold and loving. You don’t need others to agree with you, but you want to read affirmation from others’ eyes.
And when you try to understand TA, try to record TA’s feelings, you begin to fall into your own knitting Sweet trap. You are afraid of falling, but you enjoy the pleasure of escaping from the confinement around you. In other words, the pleasure of escaping from yourself. U are obssessed to conctrate, but u broke the fcking conctrate. TA makes you want to stop, TA makes you have nowhere to escape But fled in a panic. At the moment you decided to escape, you suddenly realized. You are no longer the one you are at last, but a more complete you.
TA is another you. Quiet like water, outside of the crowd. Shy and shy. Believe in love and beauty. Even when alone, you can find the joy of being alive day after day in the oil, salt, sauce and vinegar tea. TA Your cowardice is your placebo, TA's persistence and love for simple life are the hole in your heart.
What is love? Love is when you finally find your essence. Another you in the dark. The you who were lost by you. The you who you never met but are destined to meet. Let you sink and calm you down and make you feel lost. You make up the scenery of TA, and TA sings the warmest love song for you.
Get me Fortunately, I lost my life.
PS: Recently I fell in love with the English accent. The slick self-sufficiency, the warmth under the surface of arrogance and arrogance. Another word, dull and sorrowful. It's like having finished chewing a chocolate bar and listening to Russ When talking quietly, Glen's feeling: it's sexy. Some people say that this is another version of "before sunrise". But in my opinion, it is less trivial, more delicate, quieter, and more touching.
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