Olivia, I think I understand something. I know that after I became famous, I was a real asshole. I still remember when I was in the auditorium of high school, I heard the melodious sound of the piano. When I saw you while walking around the piano, you teased me with round-rimmed glasses, and we both fell unconscious on the bench. That's when I fell in love with you. You are as gentle as jade, knowledgeable and reasonable, we spend Valentine's Day together, making funny faces on the rooftop to make fun of each other. You love the novels I write, I always thought it was impossible, I couldn't be a novelist, but you were by my side to encourage me and read every chapter I wrote. You and I are the characters in my novel. We share weal and woe, life and death together, just like our marriage has gone through ten years together. In ten years I have become what I call a well-known novelist. I accompany you in every piano competition, and I will still be by your side no matter how you win. We engrave our love on the bench where we first met. But on the night of the snowstorm that night, because of the end of the novel, I erased the character you corresponded to. I dropped the light, got into a fight with you, and when I came back from the bar and lay in bed, the night was over. Believe it or not, when I woke up again, I lost everything, including you. My pride was thwarted again and again, and I had to face strangers I knew in another world. I tried hard to get you back, but I can't hold your identity high. You are a famous pianist and I'm just a little literature teacher. That novel has long since fallen into dust in my drawer, and there is no end. When I realize that you have a new love in this world, I am in pain, I want to wake up your memory again, I want to pursue you again, but what else can I do? Ten years have passed, without the original love at first sight, without the novel, what am I left with? I pursued you again, I came to you in the name of a biography of you, you agreed, you and I were riding bicycles on the low slope, you said to me it was a flock of flamingos, and I said I His nickname is Flamingo, because if you dive headfirst into the water, you won't feel lonely. We dive together and you teach me to play the piano. That night, it was as if I went back to the way we lived before the blizzard. I wish time could stop at this moment, just you and me. But tomorrow is still to come. You accepted the ring and returned to your life, and I was slowly adjusting to life in this strange world. Suddenly one day I realized that it was all my fault that all of this happened. It was my selfishness that deleted you from the end of the novel. It should be me who should have deleted you. I took out the unfinished novel again and wrote an ending to my passing. I hand over the manuscript before the show starts For you, I think after the blizzard again, everything will be back to normal! But when I saw your performance, I hesitated, I don't know if this is taking away your freedom, your life. You achieve dreams that have never been achieved before, you can give concerts, you are sought after by the stars, and maybe this is the life you really want. I took the original manuscript of the novel and threw it in the trash. You should live without me, a new life. But no matter what happens, I will still love you, maybe this is goodbye love.
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