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    Like is a verb.  It can be matched with countless objects or nouns, and as long as the subject is added, it becomes a variety of sentences.

    A dark room.  There was no light on.  The woman sat quietly by the bed, the curtains were not opened, unable to penetrate the moonlight from the outside world.

    ? It was pitch black.

    She was wearing a nightgown in a monotonous khaki color.  low collar.

    What day is today?  she muttered to herself.

    There were fragmentary sounds in the darkness.

    She is adjusting her sitting posture.

    There are footsteps coming from afar, approaching, stopping, and far away.

    It's mom.  she thinks.

    My mother always makes a "popping" sound when she walks, and she may leave her foot at any time like a shoe that doesn't fit.

    "I like him."

    She almost cried out.

    Today is the fourth day of breaking up.

    It's only been four days.

    She lowered her head.

    Sometimes she wonders if she can drive away the haze in her heart just by opening the door and drawing the curtains to let the light in.

    She was always crying helplessly, but couldn't call anyone.  His fingers sank into the flesh, and it hurt hard.  Bloody sad.

    What's so good about him?

    There are so many men in the world.  Why do you think he is unique?

    I still remember the sweet appearance when we fell in love.  He always held her hand, and his face was filled with happy pampering.

    He said, honey, I will treat you well for the rest of my life.

    Only a year has passed.

    He just said to her, sorry.  It's not right between us.  Let's break up.

    Cars and people are coming and going on the street.

    She held back tears and unwillingness.

    But after he left, he cried hysterically.

    Willful and stubborn like her, she thought that as long as she waited quietly, the breakup he said would be like a beautiful lie.  He would come to her, apologize to her, and make up.

    The reality did not develop according to the script she thought.

    He didn't come back.

    Like a lost horizon.

    Love and hate are entangled.  The pictures of memories are constantly interlaced and edited. The more I think about him, the more I love him, and the more I can't leave him.

    In fact, he is not as good as imagined.

    He likes to forget things when he does things.

    Every time I make a call, I always have to wait a long time before answering.

    His clothes had never been her taste.

    He always stubbornly sticks to his ideas and opinions.

    He always says unrealistic love words

    But everything seems to be her favorite.

    It was late at night, and there was no sound around.

    She clutched her hungry, swollen stomach and tried to stand up.

    Legs are weak, a little unsteady.

    There is a soul screaming deep in the brain.

    "In your life, you will meet many people. If you get a lot of love, you will also be hurt."

    Familiar mother's voice.

    She shook her head.

    Darkness blinded the eyes.

    She has never loved someone properly.  At the age of 18, someone said they loved her, but she didn't believe it.

    At the age of 25, someone said they loved her, and she believed it.  And gave all my heart.

    In the dim light, they wandered the streets.  Talk all the sweet words and forever.

    ?Memories break out of cocoons and become butterflies, and replace them with the most beautiful lovesickness.

    Heart-piercing.

    It broke our hearts.

    She lay powerlessly on the bed, babbling like in a dream.

    "If only" she thought.

    If possible, I really wish I had never known him.

    Tears flowed into the sheets.

    Printed deep scars.

    The cold spread all over the body.

    Its daybreak.

    She came out of the room.  I saw my mother standing at the door.

    The morning sun is warm and humid, with a sticky smell.  She wanted to cry, and cried with all her might.

    But she held back.

    "Mom, I want to eat."

    Mom hunched over and went to the kitchen to cook.  The sound of the collision of bowls and chopsticks made her feel the ups and downs of the world.

    "Mom, I've made up my mind" she said softly.

    "What?"

    "I will meet someone better than him"

      "Just open it if you want."

    Mom put the breakfast on the table.  Heat boiled her face.

    "Actually, we understand a lot of truths. It's really hard to do it."

    "A year is not a long time. But it seems to take all the effort to forget."

    "In the dark, I keep examining my heart. Since when did my love become so humble?"

    ~The past and present lives that never believed in fate.  But why do you believe that he and I are a match made in heaven?

    ~ Breaking up is a natural thing for people.  What I am worried about is not his departure, but my own intransigence.

    ~Even though the crowd's discussion made me feel sad, the rest of the road and the current choice can only be made by me alone.

    ~I love him and have no regrets.

    ¡«Today is the last time I mention his name

    ¡«What I like, what I like, will be waiting for me in another place

    She raised her head and looked at the sky outside the window.  Her favorite color is blurring the end of the story.

    Bow your head and chant.

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