When I was young, I liked many people, but I never knew what real liking was. I have been growing up in liking and being liked, and watching the familiar faces become more and more blurry. I just realized that I have never loved anyone.
When I was young, I didn't understand the vague love, so I hid her in my heart and regretted it all my life.
I will never forget that evening in my sophomore year of high school. The girl who had been with me for six years broke her promise.
Intention: growth