My life seems gray and meaningless. Your presence brings me many different colors. You share your daily life and your things. It seems that you can't share them all. There is something different every day. Even before the next day begins, you tell me what you are going to do the next day. This is the first time I have been treated like this. I admit that I am a bit at a loss. So I learn to respond to you awkwardly. You seem to know what I am thinking. So when I talk about my things, among your many responses, the one that impressed me the most is that you said you understand me. It would have been better if we hadn't started chatting at that time. Can we keep chatting? You are a very good person. I'm still not used to not having messages from you on my phone. We met at the wrong time. Could it be that the time was right? The result would be different.
I thought about it for a long time, and my mind went back to the time when we just added WeChat. I only remember the eyes that I couldn't look away from and the heartbeat when we held hands. At that time, I knew that I liked you very much, but I didn't expect that this kind of love could last until now without any trace of dissipation. Maybe it was destiny. This superficial encounter could actually give birth to such a passionate love. I was speechless. I want to apologize for my inexplicable anger and picky towards you. There is no God's perspective in love. I am paranoid that I have given too much love. Your inexpressive character makes me feel that this relationship is too unbalanced. But in the early morning hours when I couldn't sleep, I picked up your hidden contributions one by one. I know you love me. How many times of communication made every step we took side by side more solid. The tears you and I shed for each other are also the color of this love.
Concept: Two heroines