Brainstorming essays and random thoughts. Other people's love goes from school uniforms to wedding dresses. My love goes from voyeurism to separation, and it ends before it even begins. "Why haven't you said anything about your crush on me for so long?" "Who has a crush on you? Only a retarded person can like you." "... Oh." "I'm retarded! Wife, please pay attention to me!" "Get out, I'm your husband."
I finally waited for you, but fortunately I didn't give up.