The first time we met, we were separated by the Internet. Although it was illusory, we felt at ease. The first time we met, you rode a bicycle and took me around this campus, which was real and sweet. Inexplicably, you gave me a feeling of peace of mind. Gradually, you were like a poppy, and I became deeply attached to you. But, in the future, when I was sorting out my feelings for you, how could you accept her confession and leave me alone, struggling.
After that, I struggled and wanted to give up on you, but I couldn't. . .