Your name has become a secret that I never want to tell. I don't know how many years later, you will think of me who drove half the city to pick you up home after you drank too much, that little brat who lit a cigarette for you to stop you from drinking, that lunatic who begged you on the phone not to break up, who was irrational, and the most familiar person who attended your wedding and was obviously very sad, but still smiled and blessed me. What would a familiar stranger be like? Will you feel regretful, guilty for not being able to give me anything? Will you suddenly think of me because of a small thing in your life? I think not. After all, you are such a rational person who can control yourself, including emotions. If you say you don't love, you won't love me. With your indifferent face, I thought you had never loved me.
Intention: Learn to let go, learn to grow, and accept regrets in reality