Before I had time to understand what I liked, I already liked it,
By the time I had time to like it, I was already lost,
Only then did I know that I had liked it,
I have said the words of love in my dream,
Later, we will all have endings.
PS: This is a story about one person. It was written in such a way that I felt weird about it. I probably won't have the courage to read it again after it was published.
Conception: