The little pokes in youth are always cautiously spread around. Once, my motto was "I only like you"; and your motto was "I like you", and we went to each other in both directions. But now it has become "Young people are not afraid of the passage of time, there is still glory on the other side" and "Thank you for your attention."
There are many flavors of youth, but I chose the bitterest one: secret love. There is no secret love that goes both ways, and there is no blatant preference.
Intention: No intention