Secret love, if unspoken, is a sweet memory; if spoken, it is a sour fruit.
I thought I was in love, but it was just one person's imagination; I thought I was deeply hurt, but it was just an excuse to reject you; I thought I let it go, but I will miss you endlessly, remember it, and feel internally consumed in the future...
(Real experience, the timeline has been changed to make the story compact)
Intention: Campus crush, restrain your emotions, work hard to move forward, your future is only related to yourself