I just record my sad first love, which lasted four months, and it was an online love. I thought I could ignore it, but it was like a thorn in my heart. Finally, with the passage of time, it slowly moved away from my heart until it disappeared. Time will heal everything. But I never thought it would be like this. I thought it would be the same as the stories I had read. The separation in the end would be peaceful and not volatile, or that my lowered head would make you look back at me, even if it didn't force you to stop your steps and wait for me to catch up. But in the end it was just your silence and my aggressiveness. What I pushed was not you, but myself.