Confessions of a seventeen-year-old boy
"I think you are really persistent. Aren't you tired of persisting here? I feel tired just looking at you." She looked into my eyes and said calmly and emotionally. "Can't you change someone else?"
"I also think I'm too persistent. I also know you won't like me, but what can I say? I want to persevere."
In her eyes, there are stars, oceans, and the universe and the Milky Way. However, my eyes have never tolerated a grain of sand, but now there is a trace of life - everything in her eyes.
Intention: the word persistence.