This is a story that happened in our military academy.
"Flowers" are the most precious when they bloom, but will wither when they fall to the ground, just like love.
"Fall", the gravitational movement in space. Flowers fall on my heart, and my heart is filled with joy when you look at me.
"Dream", I really want you in every dream, but I am not in your dreams, not even once. My love for you is like a dream.
"Inside", the outside world is wonderful, but the heart that loves you is very lonely.
"Know", do you know my love for you? Do you know that I long for a hug from you, a fleeting kiss, and skin-to-skin intimacy?
"Many", there are many women who love you, and you are envied by everyone around you.
"Less", and I am the only man who loves you.
Some of this article touches on the elements of gay love, but I know that true love has nothing to do with gender, but the mutual recognition of two spirits, two souls. Some people think that a man who fucks a man is a real man. Without the sacrifice of a man who is willing to fuck, would you become a real man? Are men who are □ discounted? Does a real man have to be the one who is ruthless and abandons feelings, and who is unrestrained and decisive? I believe not.
This article is not only a story, but also a feeling, an introspection, and a summary of the author's own thoughts. It can also be said to be a temporary view of love that I have experienced until now.
If you are a person with artistic control, emotional control, platonic love winner, uniform control, attack master and less control, please stay. I believe you will get the one you want.