I was 23 years old and he was 28 years old. He took his soon-to-be-married wife and said to me, oh, no, he told everyone at the dinner table that we are going to get married next week.
At that moment, I stood up, wished them a happy marriage, and drank half a glass of white wine in one breath. The spicy wine flowed through my throat, burned my esophagus, entered my stomach, and finally went out. Also extinguished was my cautious, unknown secret love.
Concept: What does it feel like to like someone? Whenever you see him, he seems to be coated with light.