However, the beginning of any relationship is always a long way off. At first, the little fox ran away in a hurry when he saw the little girl. The hunting and killing of its species by humans is a frightening memory in its heart. After that, for many months, the little fox was not seen around. But the little girl always misses this little fox, patiently and bravely looking for her little fox. From autumn to find winter, and then from winter to spring, it finally found its home. It sensed that it had been found and immediately moved in with its children. But she still persevered in her search, sitting in the beech tree and waiting. Saved my own bread for bait and finally found it. It gradually loosened its guard against her, and even took her to a cave. On a certain way, he was besieged by a pack of wolves, and he died. Since then, it has completely accepted her. It became best friends with her, and they played together in the forest every day, and they were attached to each other.
Everything seems so good. But a certain human nature destroys this relationship. The little girl played with it and tried to turn it into a dog. She dressed it up with her scarf and tied it with a rope, without thinking whether the little fox liked it. Yeah, how could it like it, it snapped the rope and ran away. Later, it went to her door to find her, and the little girl happily showed it to her room. She insisted on taking it to her room, closed the door, and played hide and seek with it, completely ignoring the little fox's restlessness. It felt like he had fallen into a trap, rammed around in her room, found the only way out of the room, smashed the glass window desperately and jumped out.
Years later, when she told her own children its story, she said that love is not possession. It has its own home, which is the forest. How can we make him what you need in the name of love. Love, not possession, love, we must give him freedom, let him choose the way he likes to live. To love him is to make him feel relaxed when he is with you. Your love is not the rope that binds him.
I thought of the love that Annie remembered on the road. Don't bind, don't entangle, don't possess, don't yearn to dig out meaning from each other, it's something that is doomed to fail. Instead, the two of us stood side by side, looking at this lonely world. If so, you and I, accompany each other, live peacefully and warmly.
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