When I was a girl, I often fantasized that it was him who walked by my window to take out the trash, and then I quietly walked out from the back door and pushed him into the trash can!
He is just a meteor to me, passing through the sky and disappearing.
If he doesn't come to me after I finish writing this book, I will put him down completely and treat him as a sweet dream when I was young, but it is really sad.
The article may be a bit verbose, please forgive me, thank you.
Intention: Start well and end well