What separated me from her was courage, timing, and a little luck.
Everyone said that we should be together - she would reply to my messages at three o'clock in the morning, remember that I drank milk tea without pearls, and would even go over the wall to deliver medicine when I had a fever.
But reality is not a romance novel, there is no vicious female supporting character, there is no family obstruction, it's just...
"You like me and I like you, but we just can't be together."
Later I realized that for some relationships, just meeting each other has already spent all the fate.
Concept: The deepest regret in love is not not being able to love, but having to let go even though you know you are in love.