"I love you, it's not that I like you, it's that I love you."
In the midsummer dusk, the stars are dotted, and the sunset shines through the gaps in the clouds, spreading outwards and reaching the horizon. It was still the sycamore tree, and it was still him and him under the tree. He stood on tiptoes, raised his head, closed his eyes, and kissed him gently.
"I love you."
Intention: Intention to be determined
