Love seems to start from the first day of writing a diary.
Dear Diary:
Have you ever actively hooked up with someone? Have? No?
No matter, this is what I want to do. Why hook up? Like it, be happy, whatever makes you happy.
If you don't take the initiative to show off your coquettishness, how do you know that the prodigal son can't hook up with the flower of the high mountain, huh?