If you understand me, how wonderful it would be. Instead of blindly complying with my emotions, making a happy face, or feeling sad,

If you understand me, how wonderful it would be. Instead of being like a bystander, watching me strive or languish because of your love,

If you understand me, how wonderful it would be, instead of discovering after we drift apart that deeply loving someone is so selfless and fearless, willing to spend a lifetime of good fortune…

You don't understand me, I don't blame you; If you understand me, how wonderful it would be.

People often say that everyone has a lonely island. You are not me, I am not you, in this world, there has never been 'empathy'. When we experience a memorable love, some people can gracefully turn away and face the future with composure, while others, willing to spend a lifetime regretting…

This weekend, Aya Ling rejected Xiao Jun's visit out of reluctance. She just wanted to spend time with her twelve-year-old daughter, celebrating her birthday and saying goodbye to her childhood,

In the past two years, Aya Ling felt time passing by quickly, unlike the previous years. When she and her ex-husband divorced, her child was only five years old, Aya Ling almost wept with despair. She kept asking, 'Why, did fate treat me so cruelly? Why would your ex-husband be so heartless?'

For him cheating and betraying her marriage, Aya Ling would never forgive. But this deep hatred was also painful for her, she often unconsciously transferred her anger to her son. Luckily, her son was very sensible and always gave her a big hug when she cried,

The mother and son depended on each other for survival, like grass growing between the stones, stubbornly growing inch by inch. Aya Ling's heart was divided into two parts, one for work and one for her son. She refused all blind dates and any romantic interest. She kept her sad tears hidden in the darkness, swallowing them silently,

Until three years ago, Xiao Jun entered Aya Ling's life. He was a single father with a daughter, and he immediately saw Aya Ling's hardship and difficulties. He loved his daughter equally, but he wanted to encourage her daughter's independence and often advised Aya Ling to let her son learn to be independent,

So, every weekend, Xiao Jun would visit Aya Ling. Gradually, her son also received his father's love. Spring blooms with beautiful flowers, summer brings cool breezes, autumn offers the joy of harvest, and winter, they spend warm evenings together. Aya Ling felt that this was the most beautiful thing in life,

However, as the passionate love faded, Aya Ling became increasingly fearful. Perhaps as her son grew older, he no longer felt as close to her; perhaps, all these years of being so close to Xiao Jun had made him oblivious to his feelings. Aya Ling felt that her son was no longer as obedient as he used to be, and she was both happy and worried, but she couldn't express these feelings. It was a painful feeling,

Xiao Jun continued to passionately envision their future together. Aya Ling felt that she was so down and out that Xiao Jun could devote himself so completely to her! But once Xiao Jun couldn't visit her on the weekends, her world seemed like a sky full of clouds, without a trace of life,

It turns out, Aya Ling was afraid of losing everything,That failed marriage was like a sharp dagger, never removed. She was terrified and always strived to make those who loved her feel secure and happy. But she was so fragile and sensitive that even small things could make her collapse,

Aya Ling just wanted to freeze this moment, to make this moment last. She hoped that the person who deeply loved her would give her a little more time, to make her more honest, composed, optimistic, and responsive, to meet her son's expectations, and to respond to Xiao Jun's sincere feelings,

I love you is silent, as if you have disappeared,

I like you is silent, as if you have disappeared; you listen to me from afar, but my voice cannot get closer to you, as if your eyes have already flown away, like a kiss that has sealed your lips; I like you is silent, as if you have disappeared, far away and sorrowful…

Perhaps, everyone's heart has a secret lover who silently loves for many years, it has become an inseparable part of their lives,

Loving you is like breathing, so natural and instinctive. Your appearance in youth, your words and actions, are as clear and beautiful as yesterday. We have spent countless days together, we have been friends, and we have maintained a long-term connection, and we are saddened by each other's joys and sorrows. But with the passage of time, you and I have eventually drifted apart because we chose different paths,

Perhaps, in your heart, I am just a common flower in your youthful long river. Like those people of that year, it is a part of the growth experience, those childish loves and faint affections are all memories of youth,

And as we grow older, we realize that the lovers in life are not the youthful lovers. Let the past be the past, because only the present is clear, and the people who accompany us are the most loved ones,

But the person who loves you more deeply is someone with entirely different ideas. It feels like the whole world is just me and you. From then on, when looking at anyone, I feel that no one is as good as you; when doing anything, I feel that with your encouragement, I can definitely succeed; you are my master, and you have become my heaven and earth,

When you take someone's hand and step into the wedding ceremony, I don't even feel jealous, and I'm willing to complain, 'Why can't you see my love for you?'

Because you are so beautiful. In front of love, I always feel humble. You are so radiant, you need someone equally radiant,

You are eventually happy, successful in your career, with a happy family, and children surrounding you. Everything is so far away from me. I only envy, bless, and pray, but have no hatred,

After all, it's a gift from heaven to be able to love you. Even a brief possession can comfort a lonely life,

When life comes to an end, love and not love will become the past. People's hearts will return to peace, recounting their lives, as if telling the stories of others,

You don't understand me, I don't blame you, just if you ever understood me a little, it would be wonderful. Maybe our lives will be different endings!

Unfortunately, all this is just a thought,

Author: Like Wind, Like Cloud, Light

Your happiness, my blessing