(A story about I like you but you don't like me, so let's just die together)
If I compare the first half of my life to a story, then this story took a turn without me even realizing it. From then on, it got out of hand, and it took me all the way to hell.
But I was too young at that time, too young to see whether this was a trap or an opportunity. Even almost ridiculously, I thought I was receiving a gift from God.
When I understood that for me, that person was like a flower in the mirror, a moon in the water, out of reach, I swore that one day, this person would be and could only be mine.
Intention: On a whim