During the high school entrance examination, my mother got up at five o'clock every day to make breakfast for me. I also felt that I loved her.
I was called to the office late and was scolded. When I came out and saw Qin Nan standing at the door waiting for me, I felt that I loved her.
Even when I was little, my brother bought me some delicious food, and I felt that I loved him very much.
There are many kinds of love in this world, and naturally I can't tell which kind they are. But among so many loves, only this love makes me feel so sad.
Maybe in a few years or decades, I will understand: Maybe I just haven't recovered from the litchi disease.
When I get better, I can look past all this. Maybe I can also wish him happiness when he is so happy to tell me.
But I probably won't be able to recover from this illness for the rest of my life. I just feel sad.
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Short story, BE.
There is no logic, only love.
The copy has been archived in January 2022.
Intention: To love and be loved
