[Complete short story be, first person]
He doesn't like me, I know it.
I have been obsessed with it for decades, so how can I think about it together forever?
"As long as there is no response, I will not move forward."
The essays all over the floor should be soaked in the rain.
That night, I heard the wind saying to me, let go.
I agreed to it.
Intention: Secret love to no avail