I never like cheap ones
It's me who lowers my profile because I like it.
Maybe he was never wrong, maybe the persistent residual thoughts turned into obsessions. In the end, it is just an ordinary youth. We are all ordinary people. I don't need to ask the person I like to like me. Maybe it would be more appropriate to add "once" to the sentence "I like". He is just an ordinary person with good looks. He also has his likes and dislikes. Maybe he is not suitable in the first place, but the subconscious mind of my brain always makes me believe that there is another possibility. I am not a saint or a perfect person. Things that have happened and people who have appeared will be imprinted in my memory. They cannot be like the fallen leaves in late autumn. They fall regularly every ten days, and so does my memory. No matter how much time passes, it can't wash away his smile. The youthful and hot feeling that a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy brings to me. I just want to use plain writing to prove: at least you have been to my youth...
Intention: I like to be humble and never deliberately lower my posture.