When I was 16 years old, I met the person I loved most. He is a very dull and reserved person. He didn't know how to coax me when I was angry; he didn't know how to call me when he had nothing to do; he didn't know how to hold my hand tightly when crossing the road. But, I love him so much. For him, I am crazy, like a moth rushing to a flame, and will not give up until I destroy myself.