It is increasingly found that it is actually very difficult to establish a connection between people. You will find that the letterhead you delivered has never been heard from; you will see that the messages you sent are lost in the sea; a few calls you have made, but the other party has never been there. A lot of times it's not intentional either, just lost contact or never made contact, trust is not there. Or you can think of it as fate's punishment for not being sympathetic to this feeling in time. At this time, if you are not afraid, you will lose it until you get used to it and you will never get it. If you insist, you will finally get what you want, but you can try.
But we all know that those overlapping life trajectories, those times when fate made us meet will never return. Those intersecting lines, sooner or later, become parallel lines. Those so-called chances are really coincidences. I always remember what my friend's mother said about her best friend when she was young: "It was really good at that time. Later, I knew what each other was doing and where they lived, but they stopped contacting each other, which was a pity." Then it becomes GONE. I don't want that kind of sad feeling. Sometimes it is there, and when it is good, it is really good. There is no doubt or suspicion. The past will never pass, at most no longer believe and care. Thinking about things you haven't done, agreeing on things that have been delayed, promising things that have been deserted, and doing things you haven't done well, will make people uncomfortable. Therefore, we can't tolerate pity, and we have to have fun no matter what. Even if they have it temporarily, they are sincere to each other.
What binds us together has never been wine, because even the days of being drunk are too far away from us. Neither are those old days, because there are never a few people who share our old days with each other. What keeps us from leaving is the last youth in life, courage and greed, and the fate that we can recognize each other.
In retrospect, apart from family love, there is no reason why love has worked hard. But it is those willful emotions, those unrequited loves, and the hugs from strangers on the lonely road, which are always unshakable and make people feel at ease and feel real happiness. A relationship that is trying to win is always just a false prosperity and an internal deficit. He has always believed in fate, and although he never succumbed to it, he clearly saw his hands dictating in life.
People who live together, if you don't ask why, you know the truth. People who are in the same heart, speak the same language, and do not have to meet are also us. This is a true story that never changes, only for those who deserve it.
Love can only give, not ask. The greatest love, even when giving, should avoid making the other person feel, lest it burden the other person.
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