Since my boyfriend returned from abroad, I have noticed that he seems to have become a little different.
He clung to me even more, often hugging me, rubbing the corners of my red eyes with his fingertips over and over again, and asking me repeatedly: "Will you love me forever?"
I suppressed the weirdness in my heart and told him firmly, "I will always love you."
Later, as the rain poured down, a man knocked on our door.
He looks exactly like my boyfriend...
No, maybe that guy at home isn't my boyfriend.
