He didn't understand until much later.
It turns out that love does not happen unexpectedly, but there is a seed deep in the distant memory, which slowly takes root and sprouts under the watering of years.
When I look back, the seeds I sowed inadvertently have turned into giant trees.
The branches are luxuriant.
Lush.
They passed each other at the wrong time and missed each other at the right time.
"This article is a slow read. I am not a sweetheart. If you have a knife on your mind, please proceed with caution."
Purpose: Find your complete self in a incomplete world