The love when she was young was equally fierce and passionate. There was no unexpected love, and there was no inexplicable love. She could only fight for it, pay for it, and ask for something in return. If she couldn't get it, she would compromise.
When she finally decided to let go and finally understood that forgetting one relationship requires working hard on another, she discovered that everything was not what she imagined. She didn't mind using any means, but this time all her means failed. No matter what she could do, no matter how hard she used love, she could not hide her youthful look.
The feelings were sometimes weak and sometimes deep, and I couldn't let go or hold my hand. It was just that I was young at the time.
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