Anxious senior × avoidant senior
My dear, the butterfly on the other side of the ocean flaps its wings. I am hungover at the bar where I met you. I am addicted to your smile. I hope your eyes are full of tenderness towards me. Those unsent letters grew feathers and fluttered between my ribs day and night.
Silent thoughts are there, in the vast sea of clouds.
I want to have a happy future with you.
But reality is often lonely, and I can't find it
A sea of flowers paved with violets
Just like our love——
buried outside time
ps: First person, adapted from the author's personal experience. Thanks to the author's friends for their introduction.
Purpose: To be a queen who gives love, rather than a beggar who begs for love