An article I wrote very early on, very immature, still looks a little sad, similar to a story of youth;
Summary of the story: If I said that I had fallen in love with you a long time ago, would you believe it?
I only started to recall everything about us after you left for a long time. Although, the memories are like thorns, piercing my last pride and self-esteem from time to time. There is a broken face in the memories.
Conception: