How could this happen? It turns out that the mood of loving someone can be so different.
After a date, I repeatedly looked in the mirror: Am I beautiful enough? Every time I go on a date with him, I beg God that the most beautiful moment in my life will be when I see him. I want him to miss me as soon as he turns around, miss me before the date is over, and be sad and happy all because of me. . .
I did it, and in retaliation for his dispensable attitude towards me, he began to be nervous about me, calling me four or five times a day and sending me countless text messages.
But I'm leaving. . .