Her heart and eyes were full of him, and the love was pure and hot, hidden in her eyes and in her heart.
She was obviously moved by the deepest feelings, but she knew clearly that his tenderness and preference never belonged to her.
So she took the initiative to retreat, quietly withdrawing all her blatant goodwill, no longer actively approaching, no longer deliberately disturbing, no longer hoping for a response.
Others thought she had let go and was relieved, but only she knew that the love had never dissipated. It just changed from a vigorous and extravagant hope to a quiet collection.
No more interruptions, no more entanglements, no extravagant demands to be side by side, no expectations of being favored. I just put him in the quietest corner of my heart, quietly thinking about him, and silently liking him.
From now on, we will never meet again, and love and hate will never be spoken. I still love you, but I will never tell you again.
Intention: "Stop the heartbeat and hide it in the bottom of my heart. This is the exclusive tenderness I give you."