I once wrote a diary full of words, each word describing only one person, and all the joys, sorrows, and joys were affected by him.
It was my motivation during those days and the light in my tired eyes.
Maybe it's because I like it so much that it's hard for me to tell whether it's that time or that person that I miss.
But the secret love that lasted for four years trapped me in my youth, but that person never looked back at me.
And because there is no later, there is no diminishing marginal effect.
Instead, he stayed at the peak and never forgot it.
No matter how hard you try, the ending is still disappointing.
Even if you never forget it, you can only forget it.
Perhaps be is eternal in real life, because not all efforts will be responded to.
But it doesn't matter, we must always love ourselves.
Intention: Secret love ends in vain.