I am 25 years old and have severe love phobia. I have never been in love, I have squandered a lot, and I have begun to understand a lot. I found that I no longer had the strength to love, and found that I was beginning to be afraid of touching my own weakness. I began to realize that what I was looking forward to was no longer love, but a marriage. There was no love in that marriage, only love.
Chapter 1: Secret Love, who didn't have a crush on that cool senior playing basketball on the sports field when they were young?
In the second paragraph, I indulged in the ambiguity, thinking that was the happiness I wanted. I had no responsibility, no need to accept the result of whether he loved me or not, and enjoyed caring and being cared for.
In the third paragraph, I enjoyed being loved, but when I started, I found that the other person was already over, and the happiness I lost could never be recovered.