I had kept that person in my heart for four whole years, and I spent the last year forgetting him. I thought I had done it, but the moment I saw him, I knew that this was how I felt when I first saw him. It turns out that every time I see him, I fall in love at first sight.
I don't want a vigorous love, because love comes too fast and goes too fast. Before you can blink, there is only resentment and hatred left. But why, after the long flow of water, is there still a pain like continuous needle pricks, inability to breathe, and pain that dare not be recalled?