I like you very seriously and try hard to be on the same level as you. Even if I fail in the end, you say you have never paid attention to me and will not marry me, and you are still submissive and unable to sort out your emotions. That's okay, you've made me the best version of myself, and to that best version of me, you're just an added value. Because I am no longer naive and regard you as everything. I will still like you, but I won't have trouble with myself. I can give up when things get better, or even give up.
Because over the years I have learned that not everything will work out.