You always ask me... Do you regret it later?
But give me another chance,
I still have this choice...
Some stories... From now on, they are a bit earth-shattering, but also somewhat inexplicable, because they lack my sadness...
Starting from the beginning, it's too plain and simple…
His appearance was like tasting ice cream, giving my life a sweet and sour taste, so by some strange combination of circumstances, I began to look forward to seeing him every day.
Confession!
It won't work, it won't work! It's just my business to like him, he doesn't need to know...
But I miss him so much...
No! No!
Oops…
(Warm reminder: 1. First person narrative
2. What a secret love! It's a coward's pessimism in real time.
The early stages were all about secret love stories.
So please proceed with caution!
This story is purely fictitious, any similarity is purely coincidental)
Concept: Should I confess my secret love?