She makes me think of a flower.
A flower still in bud, inconspicuous to everyone.
And yet, the fierce struggle in the moment she bloomed, the vivid red of her in full bloom.
I could no longer tear my eyes away. I couldn't stop longing for her.
At last, in that moment, I understood what it meant to be hopelessly addicted.
But I forgot that when love can go no further, letting go is the way to leave your troubles behind.
“Forget me.” I understand those words now. They don't mean you don't love me.
After all, forgetting someone is a kind of love, too!
Just want to say: As I read the article slowly, a picture always appeared in my mind, a bit like a comic, but also like a movie.