I clearly remember her smiling at me that night, her eyes crooked, her voice so soft, the wind was so strong that I almost couldn't hear her. She said: "You don't understand, you can't like the person I like. I'm such a strange person..." She wanted to say something else, but when the car came, she stopped talking.
How can they not like each other? They obviously like each other, but the air is so sweet, but they don't know it.
Intention: Don't hide everything, speak out some things.