"Originally, I thought that as time goes by, you will gradually like me, but now I am thinking, if I am always by your side, will you miss the person in your life..."
I have known him for ten years and I have never seen him laugh or be sad. He is always as gentle as water and cold and distant.
Remember the first time we met.
Under the locust tree in spring, the sun is shining all over the place, and the handsome young man is like the white locust flower, with a faint fragrance of the plant.
I liked it at first sight.
From then on, I fell in love with spring, fell in love with Sophora japonica, and fell in love with that boy who looked like a Sophora japonica flower.
In a blink of an eye, it has been ten years.
I cared for this relationship with all my heart, but unexpectedly it came to an end.
Maybe wishful thinking is inherently fragile. Although she had always foolishly believed that he would return the same love to her one day.
Now, the story finally comes to an end, and I realize my foolishness.
Love is never something that results from one person's efforts.