Short stories, some fragments of a lovelorn person.
He knew that his love was wandering on the edge. He did not make a big show of it. He was careful and just wanted to survive.
Those who are lovelorn are losers. They have no reason and no turning back.
He wasn't the worst offender, he was worried about them.
What is an edge?
How do people define something?
How to accept something?
He's not sad, he's in denial, he's just desperate.