A year and a half ago, I was with me like a shadow, and she was on guard.
A year ago, I tried to play hard to get, but she tried to welcome me but refused.
Eight months ago, I took advantage of the situation and she half-heartedly gave in.
Half a year ago, finally, I was able to watch the clouds clear and see the moonlight.
Now, this woman who has been upright for the past twenty years has finally become soft and soft in my arms. Her sweetness is still mixed with bitter pain from time to time...
Intention: The form of love is not possession