They say that if there is only the desire to share, without the desire to explore, it is not love.
Don't you have a desire to explore? I seem to have it, but not much. Just think of him as a sharer?
But I will look forward to his reply, will like his voice, and have fantasized about his future. But I'm not curious about the real him, I reject his realistic image.
I was afraid, perhaps of having my illusions shattered.
Intention: There is someone who will always wait for you, but not him