Love Is Sugar, Sweet Enough to Hurt in Summer

If I could put a time limit on love, I would want it to last one day. For that one day, I could be completely carefree, surrendering myself to the marsh of love.

I still remember his midnight eyes, fixed on me without blinking: “You can lie to me, but you can’t lie to yourself.”

I still remember him smiling with that carefree air, sounding half playful and half serious: “I’m not the only one getting swept up in this game.”

So, from the moment our eyes met, my identity was no longer a secret.

So, I had been living in a dream of my own making all along.