We flirt, but we don't love each other.

You and I, man and woman, none of us can escape love. In city life, men and women inadvertently become entangled in ambiguous relationships. We are all worldly men and women; we doubt love, fear love, deny love, yet we all invariably yearn for and anticipate love in this restless era, beneath the calm surface of life, where undercurrents surge. Beneath our well-dressed exteriors, we all harbor restless and treacherous hearts. Beneath our polite, docile, and obedient exteriors lie turbulent hearts, always anticipating something extraordinary, always ready to break the status quo, always waiting to rebel or stray.
And we must admit that we are ambitious yet timid, despite having a thousand or ten thousand wonderful hypotheses, we still obediently remain where we are, refusing to move forward.
We are reluctant to give up the happiness we have carefully built, and we are even more afraid of the constraints of responsibility and the entanglements of emotions. At some point, you might appear in my life, pause or linger, we flirt, we fall in love, we... But let's never fall in love.
We might one day brush past each other on a strange street, strangers to each other, yet drawn to one another. We gaze deeply into each other's eyes, or turn back repeatedly, communicating with our eyes, but ultimately disappearing into the crowd. That's all.
We might meet on a journey, strangers at first sight, yet feeling an instant connection. We talk freely, we revel in each other's company, we present ourselves almost perfectly, and we even find a sense of youthful renewal in each other. Yet, we are merely travel companions. That's all.
We might meet in an unknown bar, the music lingering, the lighting dim. We're complete strangers, we scrutinize each other, and then you come up to me and say, "Can we talk?" We exchange ambiguous, seemingly unrelated words, we joke with each other, and then we go our separate ways. That's all.
We might be friends of many years, each with our own families, yet a subtle feeling lingers in our hearts. We call each other brothers, or confidants, sharing everything, caring for each other, understanding each other implicitly. But we never reveal this relationship, allowing it to remain unspoken for the rest of our lives. That's all. Perhaps we're in a superior-subordinate relationship, sharing a tacit understanding, a knowing yet unspoken one. That's all.
We might meet in the virtual world of the internet, drawn together by each other's language or certain qualities across the screen. We don't meet, we don't speak, we don't know each other's faces, yet a feeling flows silently between us. We feel a deep connection, even that we're the most compatible and perfect match. But we won't leave the virtual world, because in real life, you're not a prince, and I'm not a princess. That's all.
We need the feeling of loving and being loved, and we enjoy that ambiguous feeling mixed with love and liking, that subtle bitterness and melancholy, that secret joy and happiness that no one else can understand.
We love love, we love the process of being immersed in love, tossing and turning in love, enjoying love, longing in love, and even crying in love, but we don't love cleaning up the mess left behind by love. That's all, enough is enough. Love
is such a complex and trivial thing. We understand that all love, no matter how fresh and sweet it is at the beginning, will eventually turn into hurt and heaviness.
We are all men and women who have seen the ocean of life, so we have learned to shy away from love, to stay away from the hurts in life that we could have avoided. We have lost the courage to throw ourselves into love.
Because we all understand that love is the only weapon that can hurt us. That's all, enough is enough.
Ambiguity is a passionate seasoning in a mundane life. Being in it, if you grasp the right balance, is endlessly enjoyable. But seasoning can't fill an empty stomach.
Love is like cigarettes and alcohol; a little can be enjoyable, but too much will harm you.
Therefore, we flirt, we are ambiguous, but we should never fall in love. Flirt, be ambiguous, but never fall in love. Unrequited love will never turn sour.

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