Oh, from an existential point of view, there is still a lesson in such an experience, and at this point, such an experience can barely be called an "experience". --You must think I'm talking in my sleep, but the problem is, life is a big dream.
In a dream, sometimes, you are attracted by a look with a thousand years of loneliness behind this look, so you are moved. They may not have beautiful looks, but many times, they are beautiful children. --This is a disaster. But these don't seem to be important, because that look can dim everything in the world, and because of that look, his whole person is moving.
You know the deep meaning in those eyes, and you know, instinctively, that only you can understand him. Did he not know it? Love, or, compassion, compassion, a look can make the whole world dizzy.
But he closed himself tightly. Why? Maybe you'll never know -- you'd better not know. All I can say is that being hurt, but not too deep, is a blessing. So C is blessed. Many years later, when I think about it, it's still just pain -- such a fate is not worth it. Mr. S's problem should be left to himself. Leave him to another woman. All his pain, fear of women, the high wall he has accumulated since childhood, let him face it himself. Give him back his loneliness, and surrender yourself to the far-reaching world.
Because in the rushing flow of life, what we seek is not pain and ugliness, but freedom.
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