When we first met, you were still you and I was still me.
When we met for the first time, I just glanced at you casually, and we were destined for life.
When we met for the second time, you were still you and I was still me. It was just that there was an extra girl beside you.
It's always a step too late for me to discover your goodness.
If you can choose to give up, can you be freed?
But if you can choose to give up, is it still love?
If it weren't for you, wouldn't it be so humble?
But even if love is humble, it is still happy.
Because it's you. Because it's fate.
If someone told me that you were carefree before you met me, would I still hope to meet you in this life?
Of course, this question is unrealistic.
Who will have no worries, who will be carefree all his life.
Even without me, there will be others around you, and maybe those people will hurt you more deeply.
Therefore, many things have no answers.
Because love has no ifs.