I occasionally search the crowd subconsciously, always thinking that maybe one day he will appear again. Just like in many TV series, we met on the street...
It's a pity that he never appeared. He once came so strongly, but left silently. I never had the chance to tell him that I really loved him, but I was too naive, too selfish, and too hurtful back then. So, we are destined to miss it.
Conception: