I am Beyonca, I am writing to you at the other end of the world, there is no snow, no cold, and of course no delicious food made by Karin. I'm still wearing the wool coat with pink lace that you gave me. I like it very much. It's as cute as Barbie. If you know people of our age, we can't just say that we are cute anymore.
You were 27 when you met me, Lars. Your mother died of dystocia when giving birth to you, and your father fell into a long-term silent pain. Your brother couldn't bear this long-term sinking pain and left. You are alone in dealing with growing up. The fact is You have not grown up because you don’t know how to get along with people. The long-term silence and loneliness make you accustomed to it. You always feel that you are the one who killed your mother and the happiness of the whole family. So in your opinion, your birth is sinful. , So if you are afraid of skin contact, you will feel pain. You think that people who like to hug are masochists. Oh my God, Lars, it’s actually wrong. Hugs are an expression of love. The people around you are so kind and loving. You, and you don't know, you can't learn to get along with others, and want to stay in your own world. But the world will push you forward. Although you still have the heart of a child, you have grown into a man's appearance and need work and prayer. No one is waiting for you, Lars, only me.
I understand you, Lars. In fact, we are somewhat connected with the same disease. I have been wearing ugly mesh clothing since the day I was born. I have breasts and sexual organs. People don’t love me, they just need me. This need is a kind of use, and hugs and contact are also part of use. I hate to use it, so I also hate hugging and skin contact, I also feel pain, but I can't tell, no one cares.
Thank you for taking me back to your home and living in your mother’s noble and warm pink room. We talk every day. I know the story of growing up. The time we spent together is so beautiful. Thank you for taking me to the lake to enjoy the scenery. , Thank you for allowing me to visit your childhood secret jealousy, thank you for taking me to a friend’s reception, you let me know the world, I have never been anywhere except in bed before, and I don’t know how to get along with others. Your neighbors love me because of loving you, because of the cohesion of love, I became a loving person, because of the cohesion of kindness I became a kind person, if this cohesion happened when we were little children , I think we will also become normal children, full of courage to live! Unfortunately, it is an irreversible fact that happened in the past, and we have to take on this matter alone.
You asked me to marry me, and I refused, yes, because I can't face the past, and I don't know what else to do. Face the future, I am also a little confused and scared, just like you. You asked how your brother became a man, and he told you choice and courage. I think you should find a warmer girl, a girl who likes to hug, so that you also like hugs.
That day you found out that I was unconscious. It was because you were condensed with jealousy and paranoia. You thought I was a signature of you alone. I was endowed with life and character by you, but you can’t tolerate more. People share that because you are afraid of losing and afraid of being deprived, I can understand the feeling that you are deprived of maternal love by yourself, but think about it in turn, because of this, your neighbor cares more about you and loves you. When you are in trouble, you snuggle by your side like a fire. In fact, love, like any kind of energy, obeys the law of constrained energy. It will not disappear but can only be transferred. You told me that wood gives people three warmths, and love is the same when cutting wood, cutting wood, and burning.
I know that you were jealous of me later, but in fact I was jealous of you too, you have so much love actually! You unlocked Margo's teddy bear, gave it artificial respiration, and rescued it. In fact, few people are careful and pure like you, just as you sang to me when I was sick, your love should be shared with more people, not just me.
You announced my death, Lars. Because my ability is limited, I am unable to love you more. My funeral is pink, and I know that people in town love me because love is transferring and sharing. You also transfer your love to those who need them more. I am your lover in a special period, a messenger from another world, we listen without hugging, and fall in love without making love.
Well, I am willing to die for you, because I was born for you.
Your
Beyonca
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