God testifies, this is just a long, long, long anecdote about a long, long secret love. I don't know where to start, and I'm also wondering what kind of story this is.
Maybe it's also about myself, about my true story, and the false story.
Love is that I like you, is it enough that you like me?
Probably not.
Love is more than just a heartbeat.
I don't know where to start the story, so I have to tell it slowly.
It's been seven years all of a sudden, seven years since I fell in love with you, seven years since my heart is still moved by you.
The day I finish writing you, I must meet the person I like, know the feeling of love, and truly draw an end, and have full of wonderful reactions. Because now I am worthy of being liked, which is great.
Intention: Love, sometimes you have to be brave, otherwise you will miss it.