He was the sun, living in the air of attention, allowing her, who never raised her head, to reach out and try hard to touch and feel.
She is the moon, like a wisp of spring breeze or a touch of clear spring, soothing his anxiety and seeping into his exhausted soul after glowing and burning.
Destined to attract each other, but not love
"You're my best friend."
"How many friends do you have like this?"
"Only you."
That's enough.
Because I can't let go, I don't love you