A love as light as air, made up of pure affection, pure support, and pure longing. I didn’t want you to be my boyfriend because I was afraid we’d reach the end of our love someday. But even this innocent attachment couldn’t escape a bittersweet ending. You flew west, to England, while I decided to head south to Australia, trying to escape the loneliness of loving you from afar.
The author's style is so melancholy. Do people only cherish things when they lose them? Or is it because of inner timidity that one has given up everything that should belong to oneself? I want to keep watching and see what the results are like.