He held my hand gently, "But I know that when I think about spending the rest of my life with you, I am full of expectations for the rest of my life."
When I was 14 years old, we shared a desk. The distance between our arms was only ten centimeters, and all I could see was him.
When I was 24 years old, I woke up in the morning, turned my head and saw the sun falling on his face, and wanted to grow old with him like this.
Maybe this is love.
Conception: