Love is two people. It is dependent on each other, hurting each other, looking for each other, and nostalgic for each other. The two met stupidly, met timidly, embraced quietly, kissed gently, and fell in love warmly. When holding hands, I would ignore the barking stray dog on the side of the road. When I wake up, I regret that I haven't had time to say I love you in the park. When I am insomnia, I will draw two hugging hearts with a pink pencil in my diary. However, when arguing, he will use the sharpest words to point directly at the softest part of the opponent.
This is love. The most trivial memory when two people are together.
He and she are happy. It is unhappy again.
She went down in a rage and erased all memories of him. Then, he no longer exists in her world. She knows her new boyfriend, leads a new life, and finds new love. In order to retaliate, he decided to throw away all his memories. However, in the memories that disappeared a little bit, in dreams that could not be awakened, and looking at those beautiful fragments, only to find that the entanglement of love and hatred, the pain and joy, is the love between him and her.
In love, those defects are the irresistible charm. He loves her because of her impulse. He lost her because of her impulse.
In the dream, he took her to avoid again and again, avoiding the scenes that were about to disappear. But there is still nothing he can do. She said in his ear, remember to come to Montak to find me. She disappeared.
end.
He woke up. He went to that place. He met her with blue hair. They met again and were attracted to each other again. They got a tape about that love, and they finally understood that they were lovers who had loved and hurt each other.
It's just that their love once again can really be over again, can it really stop turning into such an absurd cycle.
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