The mental journey of a young girl
When love comes, does the person I love like me back?
Do I like the person who loves me?
Honey, I don't ask for much.
I just want to call you, honey.
I just want to be able to look at you unscrupulously while you are taking a nap on the desk, and to be able to gently play with your slightly trembling eyelashes.
I just want to stand on tiptoes and reveal my feelings without any concealment
I just want you to love me.
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That's all.