Love is a question I have been thinking about since I was twelve years old when I saw a young couple in the class next door.
I have been thinking about it for many years, but there seems to be no result.
On the day I turned eighteen, I concluded that love still requires practice, and theory is just a hooliganism.
So I waited and waited slowly, but found nothing.
I told myself, be patient, this is not something that can be accomplished in just a few years.
The night before I met him, I broke down and cried because I was easily hurt by a trusted friend. I vowed that I would never trust others without knowing the depth again.
The day I met him, I was twenty years old and I had never been in love.