The Player and the Hopeless Romantic

"She's like a wild fruit, plump on a spring branch. When she falls in love, she gives off the fragrance of spring, and the slightest squeeze draws out a rich, passionate sweetness. She loves until there's nothing left to give, even if it means swallowing her pride and enduring every hardship."

"But once you break up, her fragrance fades in no time. She's composed and polite, and you'll think she never loved you at all."

"By then, you'll already be unable to accept it. But that's only the first step."

"Worse, you'll soon see her fall in love again with your own eyes, her fragrance blooming once more for another man."

"That's when you'll realize:"

"She doesn't need you. She just needs to be in love."

Theme: Because she's a hopeless romantic