She always asked him why he refused to love her and even deprived her of the opportunity to love.
He always smiled and said nothing, but his heart felt like spilled ink, colorful and full of bitterness. Baby, how can I love you more?
Childhood sweethearts, struggling in friendship in a relationship that should have been smooth sailing, unable to survive.
I did everything I could, I didn't make the man I loved fall in love with me, so I had no choice but to leave.
After you left, I realized that both friendship and responsibility are so insignificant in the face of losing you.
If there was a way to have both in this world, how could there be so much helplessness and sadness.