The love at first sight that year and the reunion three years later were destined to be only hurt, however. . .
Unrequited love is a kind of platonic love. The more desperate you are, the more you will be broken into pieces. Three years later I understood, and I was afraid. Leaving may be a blessing. . .
Three years ago, you said you had a girlfriend, but I missed it. I waited for two years. In the year of graduation, you said you would cherish me if we were still in college together. Three months later, you said: "I like girls older than me, and I... Have a girlfriend!" What a lie! Angry! Playing with my feelings! I will definitely make you regret it. . .
Three years later, I appeared in your world, flirting a little, alienating a little, and then I heard you say: "You have changed..."