Today, December 5th, Friday, I decided to record my story with her. Of course, it's not every bit of life, it would look like a long list, and I won't record her story, because she can record it herself. So what impulse made me act? It's my obsession, I love her, this can't go away, does she love me? It's not that I don't know, it's that I can't feel it. Her behavior shows that she loves me. If all her behaviors are not out of love, then either she is crazy or my mind is crazy. But when we grow up, the youth in our hearts will exit the stage, and the beautiful memories of our youth will be covered with a layer of dust for a period of time until we are old or when we are frustrated in life. But memories are processed, they are memories of the future, and they are the past of the future.
She would probably recognize this work if she saw it, because I would quote a passage of hers as the beginning. If she stops for one day, I will stop for one day and forever. This work can be considered completed. She doesn't stop, and I don't stop either. This is my love for her.