I don't know why I suddenly have a desire to express myself. Maybe I'm waiting for the day when he comes over and I walk over; for the day when I really answer the question "Okay, I will"; for the day when I can finally breathe a sigh of relief no matter what the outcome is.
I can't guarantee whether this story will be able to wait until its ending, or whether it will just become a hole that I can't fill, so I choose to record the story between us as much as possible in the form of short paragraphs and a few letters that I have never sent.
Because they are memories, they are not presented in chronological order. Sometimes seeing small items from the past suddenly can be shocking and upsetting. If any readers find this confusing, please stop reading. Maybe when I finally finish writing it, I'll change the order again.
I myself like sweet articles and would rather not read abusive articles, but unfortunately, reality is never as sweet as I imagined. When we are together, sweetness is normal, but sadness is inevitable later on. This is something I have personally experienced. I don't want to give up any part, but even if I can't stand a little abuse, I will also care for readers like me, and I will mark it in every section.