I have always thought that it is a wonderful thing for two people to meet at such an unknown moment. I fall in love with you, and coincidentally, you also like me.
However, at which corner the unknown fate will take us to miss, you and I cannot decide, nor can we grasp it.
There is no destined love, no destined fate.
Love is actually a game of chess. Whoever wins and leaves first will not be hurt. However, we are often used to being reluctant to come out of the chess game when the opponent retreats. We think about ways to turn defeat into victory, but we also make ourselves wasteful.