Before graduation, he asked me what color I liked. I actually didn't have a favorite color, so I said I liked it according to my mood. Later, he bought a small lamp that changed colors. When I turned it on, it showed red, yellow, green, blue, and purple. I was stunned for a moment, accepted his gift, and gave him a potted prickly pear plant as big as my thumb.
But everyone is saying that she likes another girl. I looked at the gift he gave me. The person he likes... Is me?
However, during self-study that night, he suddenly touched another girl's hair, and I finally understood why others said he liked another girl.
It is true that I like him, but my love cannot continue.
Intention: Love or not love is sad