I stubbornly regarded you as the leading actor in my life until the last second. I think I gave up. The beauty is young and the son is still young. They meet in the beautiful scenery. Standard short talk routine. However, I am not a beautiful woman, and you are not a young man. Our encounter was nothing like apricot blossoms and gentle rain. Just a little bit off. However, just a small deviation can lead to a huge difference in the outcome. I was belatedly aware of my abnormality. When he comes near, I get nervous, my heart beats faster, and my face turns red. When chatting with him, I would subconsciously lower myself and be the little girl who admires him, play the games he likes, listen to the songs he likes, eat the snacks he likes, and learn the subjects he likes. This humble, pleading emotion portends failure from the very beginning. But I am willing. I have read this passage: "There is no reason for feelings. Whoever falls in love first will lose." I fell in love first, and I lost. There is no fairness, no clear reasoning, no right or wrong, no reason. I probably took this love for granted, so retribution came so quickly. He doesn't love me anymore. Some things can never be spoken before they have had time to be spoken. I once thought that as long as I was good enough, I would be able to keep his attention. Big mistake. If you can't be lovers, then be friends. A lifelong friend. This is what I would think if I wasn't a selfish person. Unfortunately, the opposite happened. I can't imagine watching you as a bystander, but I'm also afraid of becoming a bad supporting actress. I'm not like me, but you are still you. So unfair. If we had the choice, we'd better not meet each other in the first place.