I always feel that meeting a young man with whom I have unique and unforgettable memories at the age of 17 or 18 is something I can never hope for.
The day I met him, there was no wind, no sunshine, no breeze, no sunset.
Only the sun is good
It's written randomly, without logic, just write what you want to write.
The story is not over yet, I will write it when I want to
Purpose: I hope that my secret love will be fruitless and I will eventually meet my beloved.