When I was fourteen years old, my parents divorced and my mother remarried. With my mother and her so-called "boyfriend", I was helpless and it seemed that my life was hopeless.
I know that when I was in high school, I met a young man. I was very happy getting along with him, and my feelings for him also... Changed. When I saw him talking about his girlfriend dotingly to my "friend", I felt... Uncomfortable.
Intention: Youthful love is not love, it is just wishful thinking.