When we're young, we carefully bring out the soft heart we've kept safe for over a decade and give it to someone completely. We are bound to get hurt; sooner or later, we will. Every laugh, every moment of sweetness, every tear is a first. Then one day, our hearts grow hard. Even when we fall in love again, we hold part of ourselves back. We never give ourselves so completely.
Twenty years old. . . What the hell happened to her. . .
Come on, little brother! The more you write, the more popular it will be!