A story that moves men and makes women cry

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It’s a story about a man who was moved and a woman who cried after reading it. One day, the girl finally mustered the courage to say to the boy, \"Let’s break up.\" The boy asked, \"Why?\" 」 The girl said, \"When I’m tired, there’s no need for a reason.\" That night, the boy only smoked without saying a word, and the girl’s heart grew colder and colder. \"What kind of happiness can a lover who can’t even express his desire to keep me stay with him bring me?\" 』 After a long time, the boy finally couldn’t hold back and said, \"How can you stay？」 」 The girl said slowly, \"Answer one question. If you can give me the answer that’s in my heart, I’ll stay.\" 」 「For example, I really like a flower on a cliff, and if you try to pick it, it will definitely die; would you still pick it for me? 」 The boy thought for a moment and said, \"Can I tell you the answer tomorrow morning?" 」 The girl’s heart sank instantly. When she woke up in the morning, the boy was no longer there; only a piece of paper covered in words lay under the warm milk cup. The first line on that paper chilled her heart to the core: “Dear, I won’t pick that flower. But please allow me to explain why. You can only type on the computer, yet you always mess things up and then cry in front of the keyboard. I want to keep my fingers to help you fix those programs. You always forget to bring your keys when you go out; I want to keep my feet to run back and open the door for you. You love traveling so much, but you often get lost even in your own city. I want to keep my eyes to guide you. Every time your good friend visits, you’re cold all over and have stomach pains. I want to use my palms to warm your abdomen. You don’t like to go outside, and I’m worried you might develop autism. I want to use my mouth to ease your loneliness. You spend all your time staring at the computer, and your eyes are in poor condition. I want to live well, waiting until you grow old, so that I can trim your nails, remove those annoying white hairs from your hair, hold your hand, and enjoy the beautiful sunshine and soft sand by the sea with you. I’ll tell you the colors of each flower, just like the color of your youthful face… So, until I’m sure someone loves you more than I do, I don’t want to pick that flower…” (Tears fell from the girl’s eyes, forming delicate flowers on the paper.) Wiping away her tears, she continued reading: “Dear, if you’ve finished reading this and the answer satisfies you, please open the door. I’m standing outside, holding your favorite fresh milk bread…” The girl opened the door and saw his face; he was as nervous as a child, waving the bread in front of her eyes. I think this is what love or life is like—when surrounded by happiness and peace, ordinary acts of love are often overlooked by hearts filled with longing and romance. Love! Among the many trivial gestures exchanged between two people, there is never any fixed pattern; only love can take on any ordinary form. Flowers and romance are merely superficial decorations on the surface of life – it is beneath them that our true life lies.