If the young couples around were kissing, he was wearing a cashmere sweater and black sunglasses, sitting completely still beside the small round table. No narration, no eyes, no movements and expressions, that is real life. This is how we usually look at the person we love, standing there silently, not reaching his heart even if we reach out. Therefore, the relationship with some people must be strong, painful, reluctant, and persistent. If time came back, would you still love someone like David? From one relationship to another, from one person's chest to another. He already knows everything, he has insight into aesthetics, he is proficient in literature, photography, history, music, legends, allusions, he knows the world and women, he knows how not to take responsibility and keep his mouth shut when he should speak, Throwing your heart in the back seat when it should be there, making up an excuse to run away ridiculously, knowing how to let go of what you can't grasp, and choose to keep the part of your life that is most beneficial to you. Avoiding problems to protect one's own interests seems to be an innate skill. He is good at making a decision very swiftly, and proceeding along the same path of thinking, without detour and accommodation, without explanation and redemption. People like that are intimidating, aren't they?
Why is he so isolated and lonely? Constantly wanting to get, seeing through, constantly rejecting, leaving, constantly comprehending and constantly overthrowing oneself. He was so sensitive and suspicious that he spent his life loving himself, indulging his expressive, possessive and sexual desires. He was like a hunter with a sly forehead, silently wrapped in a black coat, waiting for the prey to come automatically, and the lingering possession would be silently given up. He made himself witty, elegant, mature, and funny on the outside, but he was deeply immersed in the fear of the passing of time and doubts about his own ability. Doubt, once doubt appears in human life, it means the end of eternity and the beginning of beauty. Need me to give you a definition of beauty in the world of literature? Then look back at this palace of art.
Beauty and imperfection are always twins, not even two sides of the same coin, they can completely overlap and intertwine. Many people are unbelievably obsessed with the beauty brought by defects. The tearful Hamlet, the broken arm of Venus, the love in the time of cholera, if there is no tragedy, no yin and yang separation, no misunderstanding, betrayal, and then reunion, all beauty will not be beautiful, and all endings will not be cherished. David hurt Consula once, twice, three times. He never believed her because of his possessiveness. He never agreed to her invitation because of his doubts about Nianhua. He was too proud and believed in his own independence. Give her a call back. But even the wisest man has his stupid and humble moments, sitting on the floor of a dark room listening to her messages over and over on the answering machine, packing up her pictures, talking about her with old friends anywhere, in the crowd Still lonely, wondering why she stopped calling. It wasn't until many years later when she made a phone call in a downhearted voice that he called her back tremblingly, afraid that he would hear that she had married and had a happy life. Oh, Consula. It is impossible for this perfect woman to have everything, she may be the product of some fantasy penned by a male writer, maybe one of the countless flawed crushes. Everything about her is just right, her perfect appearance and body, her unawareness of her own beauty, her noble artistic accomplishment and thirst for knowledge, her decisiveness and persistence in the face of love, her tolerance and respect when misunderstandings come, her bravery and strength after a terminal illness . She forgives all the disappointments and regrets the man brings. Still dreaming of coming back to him after all these years, even holding his head and softly comforting the tears he shed for her pain. A woman in a man's fantasy is nothing more than that.
So the story ends here. Guilt fulfills this "no escape" fact. Lust, possessiveness, age, doubt, lies, escape, misunderstanding, waiting, reflection, tears, death, forgiveness, responsibility, a story about feelings is called love and beauty, because it really occupies them A long time in a lifetime to complete.
So if time comes again, will you still fall in love with someone like David?
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