First person subjective perspective
She said she once liked me, I know this, I can tell, because every look she looked at me at that time was full of love.
"What now?" I asked. We stood by the river, and she didn't look up at me or speak. The sudden wind carried my sigh and took away my remaining courage.
After a while, she suddenly said sorry. I still couldn't see her expression clearly, so I could only try to force out a smile, "It doesn't matter, people will always change, I don't blame you."
Intention: strong