On my eighteenth birthday, I confessed my love to my crush.
This man grew up with me and is willing to listen to me in everything, not to mention that I am the birthday boy today. How could he reject me?
I curved my lips in what I thought was the most beautiful arc, picked up my skirt and walked towards him.
When I said that sentence, I was full of confidence, as if we would hold hands and kiss each other in the next second.
However, I was rejected!
The reason turned out to be that I was still young and didn't understand anything.
I thought he was sick and asked him angrily if he had ever seen an 18-year-old giant baby?
He was speechless and I came back.
Five years later, I pressed him against a wall for his first kiss and asked him if I understood.
Intention: Cherish the moment.