Does he love me? I have no idea . Do I love him? That's for sure. He is like fog that makes people unable to see through. He is like the wind that makes people unable to grasp. He is like rain, which always comes too suddenly. I once asked him what love is. He said that love is waiting without a goal. I don't think so. In my opinion, love is an action with a goal. Could it be that the person I love is destined to be separated from me? Wherever there are people, there will be grievances, and where there are grievances, there will be rivers and lakes...