If there is a secret love game in this world, then I must be the backup candidate for the championship. During my short and confused youth, I had a crush on boys who were different but very similar in some aspects. Admittedly, the most similar thing about them is that they don't really like me. But apart from that, some similarities between them are like pheromones customized for me. The blood in my veins begins to boil before my heart even moves. Thanks to these boys, although the memories of my youth are not ice cream in summer, they are sweet to the heart. But some memories are like pineapples that need a brine, a wait and a little luck.
Purpose: Writing my story is my way of re-understanding myself