This is my first time writing something modern, and I find it novel. I can finally use text messages to convey information.
I never know what kind of thing I want to write.
About love.
Everyone wants good love, but things in the world are not as expected.
After stripping away the power of money, I love you, but I cannot love you.
The right time, the right place, the person I couldn't meet; the right time, the right place, the person I couldn't meet. We no longer understand what is wrong and what is true. Only that person, the person who I want to reach out and grab no matter what, appears so clearly in my memory that I can't bear to forget it.
In the final analysis, there are only three words: reluctant to let go, and no one else can understand it.