You may have read "Perhaps No Umbrella", and this article is a confession written because I once disdained the feelings of my friends.
Although he is an extremely gentle person, every time I think of him, I feel extremely depressed, not because of him, but because I once loved him, and now I have to hold up a hand for his bruised feelings.
However, he has never fallen in love again.
I wrote another article "Ajia" before, but I distorted the facts. Using this, I straightened my mood and re-described everything about him and the person named Ajia.
I asked him, and he smiled slightly and said, I really loved him. Without giving any advice... I just took it as his acquiescence.
Indeed, I dare not use psychological description to figure out either of them. I am also afraid of hurting him through a simple conversation. He said that he really loves her very much...
I hope he can get out of the haze of the past and have a good love. Whether it is with a man or a woman, I will put aside my jealousy to support him in everything.
What a fool. It's not that I don't love men... But what about men?
I asked, but he didn't say anything. As time goes by, I realize that this is not a problem between men and women.
Conception: