Someone asked me what it feels like to have a crush on someone for ten years. I said, it's like raising a plant that will never bloom. You water it, bask in the sun, and talk to it every day, knowing that it won't bloom, but you still can't bear to throw it away. Until one day, you discover that it is actually dead long ago. It's just that you haven't been willing to admit it.
Intention: The farthest distance in the world is not between life and death, but when I stand in front of you for ten years, you still don't know how much I like you.
