Of his many lovers, I seemed the most naive, reckless and greedy.
As I sobbed and pressed my forehead against the cold glass window, my breath blurred the vast snow outside the window. Why is the snow so heavy? It was like the day I stumbled towards him three years ago. I fell into the thick snow and curled up sobbing. A piece of snow on my trembling eyelashes blurred my vision. The warm tears mixed with the snow water melted by the body temperature that had not retreated for a long time dripped into the white space, and the small pits burned by the water would soon be covered by the snow.
I didn't get up again at that time, as if the snow was my tomb. I know very well how embarrassed and crazy I am, as if the meaning of my life is only for him.
However, I really wanted to curl up in his arms and cry, bury my head in the crook of his neck, and smell the scent of lavender laundry detergent. I will hold his hand tightly. But I didn't have the courage to ask him for a kiss.
When one of his lovers went out, he briefly glanced condescendingly at me in the snow with an extremely pitiful, pitiful and scornful look. Why is it like a thin silver needle piercing my heart when it's obviously just a line of sight? I was shaking in pain, and the only thing I could do was escape, so I closed my eyes at that time.
When I opened my eyes again, three years had passed. I don't think it's funny. I noticed that there were water marks on the glass that cut through the fog. I wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes with the back of my hand and bent slightly. Through the water mark, I could clearly see the snow outside still falling clearly.
My love will never allow me to hate. I have neither the courage nor the qualification to hate. I have been hesitating, hesitating and crying. The only thing that has not been annihilated in my heart is love and longing.
Perhaps when he was young, he covered my finger with a toy bow and shot the arrow at the sky-blue balloon, which has pierced into my flesh and blood and is deeply rooted.
Concept: Love is a watch that spans time.
