I have always wanted to write about a person who wants to get close to others but does not dare to get too close. She always felt it didn't matter, but actually she was very shaken inside. It's not that she doesn't know that she is like this, but she doesn't want to let herself know that she is like this.
And I have always wanted to write about another person for the person I am writing about, who can understand her, tolerate her, make her trust her, and make her happy.
And this unexpectedly made me feel that this was my story.
And the person who could tolerate me and understand me was driven away by me, just like what I wrote.
And in my writing, I hope they can be happy.
[I always feel bad when I write articles and read them, so I think it must be pretty bad. This is my first time writing. Thank you to everyone who is willing to read it.