When I was in high school, I always met one or two people and wanted to see him or her every day. Maybe it was his unique smell of laundry detergent or his tasteful outfit. Boring books always made me think about him or her outside of class. What was his class like? Stop, stop, stop! I shouldn't be like this, what was I thinking? Didn't you think he was average at first? I thought it was because I was stressed and wanted to find some spiritual sustenance. But who knew, I would really like him as I got to know him slowly. He has good character and upright views. Isn't this the most basic thing for a person? I feel like I didn't fall in love with the wrong person. Well, it turns out that he also likes me, and I got together with him. He said that we shouldn't quarrel the same night, don't say very cold words, and don't let emotions affect my grades... I regarded him as my youthful fantasy of my significant other.
When he grew up, he asked me cautiously with red eyes: "Baby, am I still your fantasy now?"
I stroked my forehead and patted him: "Of course."
He turned his head angrily and snorted.
"Is it just a fantasy? Don't you like me as a person?"
"Of course I do. I like you, everything."
"Then why is it a fantasy? I'm not real."
"I used to always fantasize about the person who could make me miss him every day, but you just appeared and were always by my side. You gave me all my fantasies. You are the entity of the fantasies. Do you understand?"
"Okay! Then I'm yours too. Mua——"
Alas. No wonder they didn't let me drink. It turned out to be because they were afraid that both of us would be too drunk to go home.
I looked helplessly as he suddenly hugged the statue and kissed his face.
"Baby, this ring is beautiful. Come here, I've bought you a new skirt to match."
Purpose: Express love bravely, and those who love you will firmly choose you