I don't know where the love started, but it goes deeper and deeper.
It's been two years since the breakup and I can't get over it. Whenever I can't sleep at night, the memories come flooding back.
The past is both blurry and clear. I want to sort out the past but resist it. There is really no other way. I write out the past bit by bit to find resonance and relief.
(For the sake of privacy, some information has been processed. You can just read it as a novel.
Concept: Love seems to be just a moment, but it takes a long time to forget