Like, does this feeling have an end?
Maybe, many, many good feelings, bits and pieces of touching, only need a suitable opportunity, such as a word, an action, or even a smile, and the seeds of love can break out of the ground.
We never know whether a scheming, a turning point, or an illness will be enough to subvert others.
And what time takes away can never be found again.
Was your youth as willful as mine?
Will your heart ache because of this story?
Conception: