When the tea blossoms came to an end, I didn't know who I was falling in love with, but I knew it was when the flowers on the street were blooming, and the young man from that family stopped talking. . .
It is easy to like someone, easier than imagined, but what about staying together?
The romantic affair, the magnificent brilliance is followed by boundless struggle. He loves her, and she loves him, but no matter whether they say it or not, they seem to never be able to be together. Is their meeting a kind joke from God, or is it a tragedy that is destined to happen?
The most painful thing is not not getting it, but not being able to ask for it. Maybe you were not qualified to ask for it from the beginning.