"I'm waiting for you..."
This sentence was the last sentence she said to him. These three words were full of her youth, dreams and love.
There is a kind of love that matches all your fantasies about first love, a kind of love that makes you devote your best youthful time, and a kind of love that makes you always afraid, but there is no kind of love that is painless.
This sentence couldn't be more suitable for her. She knew it would hurt but she still couldn't help but love.