In the summer of 2010, I just entered the university. Before this, I didn't know what I would experience, and I didn't know what my four-year college career would turn into. What I didn't even know was that I would meet the most unforgettable person in my life here. We met on campus and fell in love. Looking back now, I still can't help but feel heartache, layer by layer, it's like peeling off cocoons. I was poisoned by her, and there is no cure. Our love has been bumpy along the way. The more people block it, the less willing we are to let go of each other's hands. But I love her, love her very much. I can't let her lose everything because she chose me. Over the years, I have regretted it more than once. If I had been more selfish, if I could hold her hand desperately, would the ending be different?