This is my memory from 2003 to now. I don't know whether it is true or not, and it is inevitably blurry.
The man I wrote about in the article is my classmate since elementary school and my current boyfriend. I would never have thought on the day I entered school that I would fall into the hands of this guy a few years later. I guess a few years ago, he would not have thought that he would be kicked off by me.
To be honest, I am not a dedicated person, but I am willing to be flirtatious. Regardless of male or female, as long as they have looks, temperament and my appetite, I like them all. The gods and goddesses from all dimensions combined can form two football teams at least. But since that year, I had an inexplicable feeling: In fact, he is quite good. In fact, I like him. From now on, I can only like him like that.
I feel that the reason why I like him so much is because I love myself very much. I know that obsession is not love. But I also know that I am definitely more than obsessed with him. I want to fulfill my simple emotions. I'm waiting for him, I just believe that if I keep thinking about him, there will be a response.