I have given two loves so far. The first love was laughed at by classmates like a joke. The second copy was ignored. When the first one was denied, I had no way and didn't want to defend it, because it was just an unrequited love, nakedly there, and I was happy to be alone; but when the second one was denied, in addition to heartache, I also felt angry, because I found that in his eyes, I was a person who only knew how to be loved but was unwilling to give. He denied my happiness, not knowing that for me, being able to love is happier than receiving.
Conception: