He is a very affectionate person.
In life, I like magic, photography, can dance, and amuse others, although I have been trying to commit suicide. Maybe it's because I can't kill the little boy in my heart. Sometimes I feel that growing up is killing the child in my heart, and those who do not want to grow up are those who are soft-hearted and unwilling to start. He is one of them. (This analogy is not very appropriate. It should be said that you must grow up before you can protect the child in your heart; instead of forcing the child to grow up to take care of himself. There are too many things in the past that can’t be let go, what can be done is to make the memories beautiful in my heart; instead of blaming the memory for being just a memory, the memory abandons him and does not appear again, so I am entangled here, I call it internal friction).
For him, M is too similar to him, with the same messy life, M needs to borrow his shoulder, he borrows it, and comforts each other. M seems to have externalized his inner wound, comforting M, caring for M, and loving M are all like healing for himself. But the flaw in this process is that no one is grateful for the process. He couldn't warm another person in the cold with his heat that wasn't enough to warm himself, or simply said he couldn't warm himself.
The pictures of him and M always make people feel cold.
And S is warm, from looking at family photos, beds, gloves, parties, bar mitzvahs...all warm. When he and S are in the same environment, they are naturally warm.
M was about to leave, he was in pain, weeping dropped the ring, and walked towards the water again, cold water when he saw the gloves. Throw away what should be thrown away, and start cherishing what should be cherished. God closed the door, the wounds of the past have been scarred, there is no need to hide, again and again, there is no need to tear open the wounds, again and again, narcissism, self-pity, and internal consumption, there is a warm window opened for him, he can love, To be needed, to be loved, to have family, to have me, to have her. Love can warm everyone in it like a stream, no need to face the cold alone, and it will no longer be cold.That ring, the best ring his savings could buy, was not so much for M as it was for himself, and for whoever he thought was worthy of it, and that was S.
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