When I was seventeen years old, I met a person. I thought he was my destiny, but it turned out that he was just a passerby who came to my place to enjoy the cool weather.
When he was 24 years old, he got married, but the other party was not me, and it couldn't be me. He probably would never have imagined that I have been secretly in love with him for ten years.
"In my mind, he and I fell in love twice. One was real, visible and tangible, and I saw him by my side when I woke up. The other was in a dream, when he and I fell in love that I longed for. However, this time I could see it but couldn't touch it, and when I woke up, I could only see the white ceiling."
"I like the second one best."
"Because only then will he only love me and only have eyes for me, and he will not abandon me like now."
"In seven years, I wrote a total of 2,555 letters to him. He replied to me less than five, and each letter was less than 50 words. The longest one was his wedding invitation. I stared at that letter for a long time. It was the longest letter he had ever sent me. Why am I still very sad. I thought it was too difficult to chase someone, but now I don't even have the chance to chase him."
"Happy wedding, my best love."
"I also want to turn around and live a normal life, but I can't. I can't forget the past, and I can't forget him. I will fall into his hands for the rest of my life."
Intention: Overflowing love is not worth mentioning