Later I finally figured out why love exists only once. At that specific time, in that specific story, your panic, your helplessness, your salvation, too many things are pinned on that person, your feelings, your enthusiasm, your dependence. Later, when we thought we were mature, we would no longer be so chaotic, and we would no longer be eager and loyal, because we had already experienced helplessness once, understood some truths, and would never be as panicked as before. Therefore, what we once gave to one person can never be given to another person. Therefore, you no longer have the original enthusiasm, you will never love again, and you have only experienced love once. But mistakes made in youth are always too hurtful and irreparable. Once we understand these principles, there is no going back. Life also began to be trapped by daily necessities, and those loves were eventually buried into the so-called life quietly along with the increasingly blurry figure.
Intention: We always wake up when we grow old and realize how regretful the missed love is. We owe so much that it is difficult to let go for the rest of our lives. If there is an afterlife, I hope we can all choose that person firmly and not hurt her, so that the story can be beautiful and complete.