Many years ago, we all liked such a person. He was the brightest flower in the sun and the clearest river in the mountain stream. Everything about him was the reason for us to like him. However, as time flies and the years passed, we discovered that it was not love, but love is the gravel road under our feet, a stubborn stone on the cliff. It is inconspicuous, but it has spent our whole lives.
Before we learn to love, we have already loved wrongly throughout our lives.