From seventeen to twenty, I loved him. Silently and secretly.
From the age of twenty to twenty-two, I will wait for him. But hate him.
From twenty-two to twenty-four, I still loved him.
From the age of seventeen to twenty-four, I loved him for seven years, but only got less than a year of being together.
After that, I don't know how many seven years passed in my life.
But I spend the rest of my life remembering those seven years.
Conception: