Growing up is a very difficult thing. It cannot be imagined or imitated. Only after experiencing many battles, when a heart is scratched and scratched by life and is riddled with holes, you have a feeling that every corner of the heart has been leaked by machine guns and then repaired and scabbed on its own.
Fortunately, there will be a person in life who recognizes your true face but still sticks to you. Love, in fact, is not thrilling at all. Love is an arm extended to you when you are drowning. It is used to save your life.