Before I was very young, I met the most important person in my life.
Ten years later, by chance, I met him again. I am sixteen and he is twenty-five. I thought I could like him.
Ten years later, when I was twenty-six and he was thirty-four, I understood.
I am twenty-six years old. I have liked him for ten years. Seven or ten years have passed, but he has never been moved by me even once.
It was the first time he treated me to watermelon in this way.
Well, although the watermelon looks delicious, I haven't forgiven you yet.
One watermelon won't do it well, nor will two.
Intention: Try to believe