One day I met you, I had something to eat, so you fell in love with me.
Eat anything. I won't be starving anyway.
this is nothing. I will share with you whatever delicious food I have, and you are also getting more and more demanding from me, and the little kindness to you at the beginning can no longer satisfy you. So you ask for more.
But then I met the love I wanted. So I'm willing to hide what I like and never touch it again, because she doesn't like it. So you don't have to eat. So you are not happy. But you didn't leave. Maybe you have nowhere to go.
Then she left.
I lost her.
You should be happy because I brought out all the goodies again. I eat, you eat too. What I eat, what do you eat. But I love her, and I am willing to accompany her to eat what she likes. you are not willing. You only care about what you eat.
But you find that I am unhappy, you find that I would rather eat bad food, and you will not be happy when you find that I eat good food. Because the person I love didn't eat with me.
When you fall in love with someone, it doesn't matter what you eat.
So you would rather give up, you would rather eat what you don't like, because you don't want me to be unhappy. This is what. You love me, you want me to be happy, and I love her, I am happy with her, and having her means you have nothing to eat.
It's nothing because I love you and I just want you to be happy and to be with me.
Eat anything.
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