Happiness is not about how many people fall in love with you, but that the person you love happens to love you too. When I love you, I tell myself to tell others that I love you. It has nothing to do with you, but in fact I am expecting you to love me. After all, it is not easy to fall in love with someone in this life. I am not a proactive person, and you are the only one I want to catch, but it is too tiring and painful to catch you, so I let go. This is what I want to say when I look back on this secret love or bright love four years later. Maybe it is pretentious, but yes, I am so pretentious.