"I told you ten thousand times that I like you. The more I say it, the more I like you. But when this like turns into love, I want to forget her. Because you will never look back at me, I said to myself, that is loneliness. But that is not a misunderstanding, not a misunderstood love. I hope to be disappointed. Do you understand what I am talking about? Look, you are giggling again. Stop smoking." Sangsang couldn't hang up the idle phone call. Then I cried all night. . . . . .
How did she change from an ordinary girl who didn't understand love to a girl who had a dangerous love but decided to protect it. Her platonic love, her unanswered love. No matter how painful it is, it cannot be forgotten. Because I really love it.
Love her as much as you love yourself. . . . . .