I admit that I was expecting too much. In fact, I understand the current situation. It is enough for me to see her being well. Besides, the person who treats her well is still me, the young me.
Sometimes I always feel that my wife sees the present me through my younger self, a me that exists in the soul of my younger self but never dares to appear in front of her.
In this life, they worked together to uncover the mystery of my life experience. I was very happy to see my ugly adoptive mother being disciplined. Although I did not quite agree with their approach, I have to admit that this approach made me feel very comfortable.
They united my brothers and did what I wanted to do but couldn't do in my previous life.
They found my biological mother, relieved her from her current predicament, and made me realize that I am also loved by my parents.
My mother didn't love me, but she had to leave me because of the situation. For so many years, she has been thinking about me and worrying about me. Is my life good? Do I have enough food and clothes?
I am not trying to forcibly occupy another body of mine. That life no longer belongs to me, and I am no longer qualified to enjoy the world he created.
When they were both older, one time they were lying on a recliner and the other me was taking a nap, but I was still awake. Although I couldn't see the outside world through him, I could hear the sounds of the outside world.
I heard her say, "Is it you? Just like I have been with you for decades, have you also been with me for decades?"
Just because of this sentence, I impulsively wanted to take over this body again after such a long time. I just wanted to say a few more words to her as myself.
"You don't have to wake up. Listen to me. I know I should thank you. You must have done something to send me back. My husband should thank you, too. But I have already thought it through. He is not you, and you are not him. Thank you for loving me, but I love him."
Really? This is karma.
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