No one really understands things like love. But this is also fortunate. Because once you really understand it, you will never have it again.
Love is adrenaline, a hormone, a surge in testosterone, and an upper brain of the sperm. Anyway, whatever it is is by no means a trade surplus calculated based on the input-output ratio under rational analysis.
Those unswerving love, either died too soon, or became family and friendship and other emotions without knowing it. In short, love only exists in the flash of lightning.
What Victor wants to find is love or the joy of love. Marianne is bored with her husband, and her life is extremely boring. Margot is not a Polish pianist, nor is it Marianne 40 years ago. What makes Victor feel like love again is just his own illusion. And this illusion was born in Marianne but not Marianne, so when he returned home, he could see Marianne who had fallen asleep with the boss who fired him as if nothing had happened. Marianne was once again bored with the man she was living with, what she wanted would never come back, it had nothing to do with who the person beside her was.
Everyone is confused in a love relationship, you will change yourself, your standard of seeing people will change, the other person will change, and the other person's standard of seeing people will also change. Even if it was you who made him fall in love at first sight, it is unknown whether he can still impress him ten years later, not to mention that you are no longer the one you were ten years ago. Comparing love to moths fighting fire is perhaps the most appropriate metaphor so far. The love stories handed down since ancient times are all tragedies that also illustrate this point. Because as mentioned before, the love that lasts until death will surely become other emotions in the weather of time. It can be passed down through the ages because of death too fast.
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