The night I confessed to the person I liked, I bought a plane ticket and left. When we met again, he was a powerful man, and I was all alone.
A crush takes more courage than a relationship. And I found my sun.
The sun said he wanted pork rib soup today.
A child who never grew up surrounded by love builds a tower of love for another child.
The absence of the one who gave that love has warped it. Loving me has become a towering fortress in his heart.
I thought he was lowering himself to my level out of pity. Now I see he wanted a little of my favor, too.
Neither of us can have all of the other, yet we have given each other everything. I forgot to say: yes, I'm just like you.
Author's content warning: A romance diary, more like informal notes. First person, currently version 0.5.
Theme: Love has never been a trump card.
I can't guess, but I feel like we are old acquaintances