Secret love is the most hopeless infatuation, but it is also the most selfless love in the world. It does not expect any response, does not expect the other person to respond to it with the same feelings, and is even afraid that the secret love in its heart will be discovered by others, especially him (her). Perhaps the biggest wish is to be able to watch that person silently in a place that I think is safe. Watching that person live a happy life is the greatest comfort for my silent but endless watch. In everyone's heart, there may have been this kind of bitter but pure emotion. It slipped through the long scroll of youth, leaving a deep but unknown trace. Maybe only I can understand the position that trace occupies in my heart. Maybe I can't eradicate that initial throbbing even if I spend my whole life.
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