Tell a story.
I have a dream. I hope to be held in the palm of a boy's hand. If it is too loose, I will be afraid of falling off. If it is too tight, I will be afraid of being uncomfortable.
This boy came as promised, but he was not my boy.
After I knew my feelings, I followed him secretly and found out that he already had a girlfriend. At that moment, my dream woke up. Later, I would occasionally meet him and his girlfriend, and watching them laughing and joking, I realized that his gentleness was only visible to outsiders, while his high-spiritedness was known to those close to him.
I'm glad I didn't express my feelings. Relieved? It doesn't seem that easy, but it has to be done.
The joy of my youth is you, and the joy of your youth is her.
But for us, it has never been possible.
Intention: To have fun