The ordinary and transparent "I" fell in love with the eye-catching "him", while the seemingly proud and unruly "he" fell in love with the proud "she", and "I" was "she" and "she" was "me". When "I" finally became the "she" I dreamed of, and had the "him" I once loved but couldn't get, I found that everything was not that simple. The man is strong against the woman, and the tip of the needle is against the woman. What is wrapped under the awning is "my" sensitive and fragile heart. If I had to do it over again, "I" would rather not be "her" than get "him" again.
Intention: It is better to be yourself than to be someone else