The day you turned 14, you became the love of my life, the day you turned 34. Today I am 34 years old, and I am still thinking about my love for you, but suddenly I realized that this is not love. There are many ways to love, which one do I love for you? I have been looking for the answer, but I don't have the answer. So I decided to write all these stories. Some stories are true and some are not. Art comes from life and is higher than life. I love your existence itself. My understanding is that if you no longer exist one day, I will no longer exist, and all this is happening.
Intention: No intention