Love is like a disease that cannot be eliminated, it is terrible and difficult to get rid of. It's like an inexplicable pain that comes from somewhere that cannot be distinguished or known. It's just a shallow test in the depths of the heart, and it's faintly transmitted to the brain. There is no way to know the source of these pains, no way to know how these pains manifest, or even feel that it is a non-physiological existence.
When I miss you, it has become a habit. I don't know if you will realize that there is such a girl who loves you so much. No matter what you do, she will be with you, but you have never said an ambiguous word to her. She is the one asking you every time, but you are always prevaricating or acting calmly like nothing happened.