One night many years later, she was sitting on the sofa watching TV, and he was sitting across from her reading a book. He watched her fascinated, and then he remembered that he had peeked at her diary before, and he became playful.
"When did you like me?"
She glanced up at him and continued to watch TV. He put down the book, put his arm around her shoulders, and whispered in her ear: "I am a beautiful tree facing the wind? Are you running away?"
She blushed instantly and nuzzled into his arms.
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Fortunately, none of us have missed it. Fortunately, you have never given up!