The story is simple: the one-time love left and came back with scars. She faced everything alone with a broken heart, and now her husband is a cardiologist. You go back to bed, only to be caught by your current girlfriend (this young, beautiful, right-looking woman who loves you but can't touch the core of your soul, you know that in a year and a half, she will be completely disappointed in you) ) Checking the post on the phone, watching her explain to her little girlfriend: "I'm just nobody", someone calls themselves nobody to nobody, it's not right, but you can't do anything about it. Just like an umbrella, you have lost it in the wind and rain for so long that when you find it in someone else's hands one day, you have lost the qualification to recover it. You can't argue with that, you have to admit that things have changed in your time apart. The skin thins and wrinkles, the body becomes fat, and even the breath becomes heavy, and everything will be attributed to aging and mediocrity.
Who can say we failed? The man is a successful lawyer and still has sex appeal. There is a glamorous girlfriend Sara the Dancer who weeps at night for his infidelity; the woman married a gentle cardiologist and will call her faraway wife late at night "My child and I miss you very much." At least, her heart was safe. But who can deny our misfortune? Is there such a person in this world who was made just for you? She was lying under the sunshine of your youth wearing a little sleeveless top, bluffing and waving at you, trying to drive you away, but you greeted her. Whether it's sex or fighting, it's a perfect match, so men are not angry, women are disappointed, they could have gotten better.
The people and events of the past, the intense emotions were like knives, slowly slaughtering the lovers under his rule, but these are all over. Pain is no match for the gentle licking of time day after day, disarming and surrendering. Those wounds that could have been fatally stabbed deep into the chest, after rational washing and anesthesia of forgetting, actually healed slowly, forming hard scars, like a small full stop, and like a hasty stop. In any case, they all survived the pain, and they were not at peace with each other, but at last there was no danger.
They are still in love and will always be remembered, and as the film ends, the footage merges into one, but the hero and heroine part ways, and this reunion seems to have never happened. this is the truth. The reality is that you're only doing a limited amount of effort, and you finally know and accept that - you're not the hero and heroine of the movie. The love and life of the non-protagonist are nothing more than this: "It's good to be happy. But it's so fucking hard, you know."
Yes, of course I know that happiness is good. But all of this, it's so fucking... so hard.
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