A lover is a luxury outside of family and career. In the depth of night, even with deep longing, after dialing the number, the call is rarely connected; when wanting to cry, there's no shoulder to lean on, when tired, there's no chest to rest upon; unable to stroll hand-in-hand in the sunlight, unable to embrace each other to sleep at night.
Friends can meet casually, share wine and joy, without expectations or pain. When you miss them, send a text or make a call, if they're busy, just smile and let it go. Friends can talk about anything, can get drunk together, can laugh and scold.
Being a lover means deep affection but shallow fate, a mix of love and hate. Worrying about you encountering bad people on your way home at night, fearing that thinking of him will cause heartache and tears, missing many things but not daring to complain for fear of hurting you, wanting to walk out with you but afraid of meeting acquaintances, wanting to hold your hand under the sun but afraid of being seen by others, wanting to sleep hugging you but instead having to hold someone else. You cannot question when he will come to accompany you, cannot question why he spends little time with you, cannot question why he doesn't call you, as you know he's busy with work during the day and has things to do at home at night. You'll be happy when he's around, secretly pleased when he calls, and even happier when he doesn't go home! Resentful, blaming, hating him, itching teeth, yet smiling like a flower when you see him. A lover is always the most dazzling flower blooming in the night!
Being friends means simple greetings, without attachment. No need to worry about encountering bad people on your way home at night, because perhaps your hand is already holding another strong arm; no need to worry about what to do if you can't sleep late at night, as there might be another gentle face comforting your weary appearance.
Friendship can last a lifetime. When old, occasionally going out for tea and reminiscing about the foolish things done in youth.
How long can a lover relationship last? One year? Two years? Ten years? Can love weathered by time be used for anything? When old, you'll find yourself originally very foolish.
Before love arrives, between a lover and a friend, choosing a friend may lead to an ordinary life, while choosing a lover may lead to all future pain and scars. Avoiding love for fear of pain, isn't that another kind of cruelty? Can love be transformed into friendship due to emotional ties, becoming a lifelong confidant and good friend?
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