In the third year of our shared apartment, I was drunk and heartbroken, and my cold best friend pushed me against the door and kissed me until I lost consciousness.
The next day she pretended nothing happened and was as cold as a stranger.
I thought it was an accident until she said with red eyes in the carriage:
"I tolerated you for three years."
It turns out that tenderness, preference, and possessiveness were never friendship.
From avoidance to excitement, from timidity to determination.
This time, I don't want to miss her again.
Purpose: True love has nothing to do with gender, and you can achieve perfection by pursuing it bravely.