I don't know when it became my habit to be close to him. I imitated his movements, his habits, and his preferences, just to have some courage when facing him. But when I gathered enough courage, I saw indifference, alienation, and disgust in his eyes. I was a little hesitant. I was a little anxious. When he faced me, he was no longer a smiling boy. He became fierce and cold. Finally, our entanglement finally ended that day. When I faced him again, I would choose to love again, or let go of my obsession and stop entangled with him. I think I should choose the latter, at least there will be no more pain.
Intention: Is love right or not?