Here's a question for everyone who's ever been single.
Is your first love still there?
This question seems inconsistent. But it is such an inconsistent question that many people don't know what its real answer is.
Our first love may have disappeared inadvertently on a sunny afternoon, blending into her smile, his back, and every bit of them.
Many years later, we may forget the topics we talked about at that time, but we will remember that moment of tacit understanding and a smile at each other.
When we see that what we have worked so hard to plan finally comes to fruition, we will probably stay up all night with excitement. If we even received an invitation from each other, wouldn't we all be the same, carefully planning every detail of the day?
Unfortunately, we don't even dare to say firmly that this is our first love.
If so, then is this a first love involving only one person? A lonely, cowardly, unexpressed first love.
If not, then are the sourness and uneasiness still in my heart all fake?
Maybe one day, we can bring an end to this first love that is not considered first love, and end a stage play that originally only had one protagonist.
However, who can tell how many things will be changed during this long period of time?
Maybe you still can't let go of who you were, but you can't find a reason to continue.
If so, I hope that all people who have not been changed by time can have a good ending in their own stories.
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