The young man I like, his sweetheart is not me.
For the first time, he was different from usual. He became distant and unfamiliar. He lowered his head slightly and returned the ruby that I gave him when I was young, and said to me:
"I'm sorry, I always thought I loved the princess, but I didn't know what love was until I met her."
Seeing the light flashing in his eyes when he said this, I endured the sharp pain in my heart and looked at him with a forced smile:
"Then what is love?"
Concept: Loving and being loved are both growth