Love is never wishful thinking. But it might be love at first sight.
Every encounter is the blessing of time, and the right collision creates the spark of love. Love is always selfish. You believe in fate and cannot distort everything that is destined. In this story, you will laugh, be sad, grow, and gain understanding and perception of love. This was written in 2015. Because my studies have always been stored in the computer, for me, who is now eighteen years old, the writing seems childish and pure. I originally wanted to delete it, but I think this is also a testimony of my growth and transformation over time.