Ambiguity is a game where you can shirk responsibility. Without commitment, there is no need for responsibility.
The ambiguous thing is that you will go to his blog from time to time to see if there are any updates; and you will pay attention to whether he has any hints to you between the lines.
Ambiguity is that there is an urge to go further, but there is no courage to go further.
The ambiguity is that he is not your lover, but it seems that he cares about you and understands you more than your lover.
The ambiguity is that although he is not your lover, he will say to you: You are very important to me.
The ambiguous thing is that when you have a cold, there is an ordinary friend who will call you at night, specifically remind you to take your medicine, and tell you to cover yourself with a quilt and go to bed early.
Ambiguity is to escape the guilt of betrayal.
It's ambiguous, sweet and sour at the same time. Often it never starts, which makes people uneasy and worrying about gains and losses.
Ambiguity means that you often struggle to express your feelings or not. You are afraid that after confessing your love, you will not only get a lover, but also lose a close friend.
The ambiguous thing is that your heart will beat when you see him. You will miss him when you can't see him.
Ambiguity means that two people will guess each other. Has he hinted at something? Am I being pretentious?
Ambiguity is a door. You can stay outside the door or step inside the house. But you cannot stay under the door. The door is never the final stop.
We are ambiguous, but we do not belong to each other...
It's a true story, so it's not necessarily perfect, it's not necessarily beautiful, it's not necessarily very logical.