There are artists who paint oil paintings and paint dreams that have not yet been named. He dreamed, lived emotionally, and sat in front of painting for a long time without remembering to eat. As for the girl he loves, an office worker, in fact, the lid and excel spreadshead are favorite tools and the retirement schedule has been planned from now on. She likes stability, but he is afraid of repeating it. She wants to save money to buy a house, but he just hopes to sell the painting to have enough money to buy paintings, buy colors and open a painting exhibition. But they still love each other and try to love each other.
In the early years, love was a soft silk fabric, covering all the edges of beauty. But the longer it lives, the thinner the fabric becomes, revealing undeniable differences. He was upset when she calculated every penny to spend while he did not care about electricity, water, etc.
She was tired when he kept chasing inspiration, today he painted a sea, tomorrow he painted sadness, but refused to paint a long-term plan. But because they were still in love, both of them tried to slow down. She practiced with the months of salary lacking before and after, while he practiced planning "a third of her life" to suit her.
Love is sometimes like a pair of chopsticks that are not the same length, if you keep tying your joints together, the first break is nature. But they still try to bond. She learned to stay silent when she saw him lying with his hand on the forehead looking at the ceiling instead of going to work. He learned how to nod when she talked about her child-rearing savings fund. It seems like we are fighting for each other, but in fact we are trying to force ourselves. And when both of them are no longer themselves, love is no longer love.
Finally, on an evening without rain or wind, they broke up. No crying, no arguing. There was only one thing she said: "We are good, but not in the same way". He nodded, not objecting. In his eyes, there was both giving and gratitude. Thank you for not trying to hurt each other so much.
Later, when recounting the old story, she laughed and said that the only thing they could do together was always be honest. He said, if I were chosen again, I would still love her, because there are things I can't learn if I hadn't loved someone who is too different from me.
Two chopsticks are not wrong, just if they do not look at one side at the other, each time they lift up, food falls in the middle of the table. But there are also couples, even though they are distorted, still trying to match each other until they understand that loving is not trying to fix each other to resemble, but being brave enough to leave each other when they can no longer be together.
