Sometimes, I am unconsciously accustomed to breathing the air with you around me, unconsciously accustomed to seeing you when I turn my head, unconsciously accustomed to you saying what you want to say in advance, unconsciously...
The unconscious, that is, the suppressed desires and instincts of the subconscious mind, primitive impulses without language and with huge psychological energy. Do these theoretical words mean that I actually really love you?
Time passed by silently, but some things and some people are destined not to be passers-by in life. The seasons will cycle, and so is fate. If you are willing, let us become history and quietly watch our own drama repeat itself in others.