After I couldn't see you, I began a suffocating rainy season. My eyes were always foggy.
Wiping the corners of my eyes, I realized that the sun was dazzling and the air was hot. But everything was fleeting because of your absence. Even a little light could not penetrate through the thick layer of fog and enter my eyes. The summer with you was my last summer. There is no summer in my world except you.
Later, someone asked me if I would stop being obsessed with you if I met a perfect person. I started to think about what it would be like to be perfect. He only smiles at me, is considerate and attentive, and is a bit silly. He likes to be jealous, loves to eat sweets, and is naive. Finally, your name came up. I think I have lost the ability to love other people. There is only one you, and I only love one you.
Purpose: I want to write a novel that is more in line with my own ideas and more meaningful based on my campus experience.