A long time ago, I was a little girl who only loved Snow White, Grimm's Fairy Tales, and One Thousand and One Nights. I have the unique vanity of a little girl, because of the growing environment, hatred and revenge had already occurred in my heart at that time. When I was envious of Snow White's simplicity and beauty, the darkness that grew in my heart mingled together. But kids are just kids after all, and it's easy to forget one thing, including what I consider hate. At that time, there was no parting in my eyes. All fairy tales end in a happy life. But that story "The Mermaid" made me feel sad for the first time because of a story. I thought the prince would fall in love with the little mermaid, but he didn't, the mermaid princess became a bubble in the sun and disappeared.
From childhood to adolescence, I have never been exposed to books on true love, and my friends and classmates are there as if they have played house wine. It wasn't until high school that I first read a novel that was especially popular in our circle at the time, and it ended tragically. That is, from that moment on, what I later said I saw and what I thought were inconsistent. My view of love is erratic, and I have never liked anyone, that kind of profound. In college, I liked a guy. Later, he left, and I slowly forgot.
Of all the guys I have a crush on, they are far, far away, in reality. But I think our souls are closely linked. Otherwise, how can I like them. Like the two men in "Weekend Time", they have only been together for two days, but there is a feeling that they cannot be separated. At this moment, their souls are tightly intertwined.
I almost never feel disgusted or shameful about being gay. Even when I heard it for the first time. I don't know exactly why, but it may be related to my erratic view of love. Love is simple, inclusive, mutual support and trust. And if there is such love between two men why not. Two women are fine too.
From the first time I saw the first side of love - happiness, the other side - sadness. And many aspects later - jealousy, tolerance. . . . Now my view of love is still uncertain. I didn't know that person would be the one I liked and loved, but I knew that as long as he showed up, I would definitely find out. All boys have been like this in the past, and it will not change in the future.
Let's have a simple encounter on the weekend!
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