I've always felt that once I fall in love with someone, it's for life, but Cupid played a cruel joke on me.
Is it my wishful thinking that two people hold hands from youth to old age?
There are many ways to like someone. You can be friends after breaking up, you can still like someone silently if you can't be together...
He is free, she is forever, what about me? Yearning for pure and flawless feelings, I always thought that he and I were the same, but the facts told me that it was my naive idea. I thought that everything in the past would help me learn to refuse and learn to be strong, but why did I still fall into this emotional whirlpool that was constantly being cut and confused? Why me again? Why do you hold other people's hands in your heart but still come to hold mine?
I thought, loving him - is this our destiny?