They weren't the best version of themselves when they met.
When the two met for the first time, they both seemed to ignite a little joy and anticipation. The moment of mutual comfort, mutual care, and mutual support, you can see the emotional changes in the eyes of the two people.
Her restraint and composure are repeated reminders of her past torture, and her seemingly absolute rationality is her deepest desire for companionship. The seemingly vague touch, the elusive kiss, steals your breath at the moment when the clothes slip off. She loves them, but they are still them, nothing has changed. They don't have to be together, but they are always together.
When you are in a relationship, the more you long for intimacy, the more passive and hesitant you are, and even the more you deliberately maintain a distance.
When you truly fall in love with someone, you fall in love with the soul of the other person.
Once you helped me lay the carpet and inadvertently touched your palms, I seemed to feel your slight stagnation and trembling, but when I looked at you for confirmation, you left in a hurry. Maybe I'm just overthinking it. I was so touched and grateful that I couldn't help hugging you. But why, suddenly fell into the fragrance of your hair?
You ended the brief hug, and I looked out the window, silently suppressing the strangeness in my heart just now. At that moment we were so close and so close that even though you said "no", I couldn't help but kiss you. I finally understand that I am not only grateful and looking up to you, but also love, the same love between men and women.
I don't want to be depressed anymore. So I deliberately left a gap in the door in the shower, deliberately flirtatious and flirtatious when you saw it, and I was eager to confirm whether you felt the same as me. However, you just hurriedly closed the bathroom door and fled. Maybe it's just my wishful thinking. What happened in the garden was really just an accident.
When he wanted to kiss me, my body instinctively pushed him away. It turned out that I can no longer go back.
When you took the initiative to take my hand, I already knew it. Your repression and impulsiveness, restraint and enthusiasm, after countless struggles, you still came to me. On this night of thunderstorms, we interlock our fingers and become one. After countless escapes, we finally faced the fact that we were in love with each other.
what is love? That's what love is.
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