I actually still don't know how to let it go, so I wrote this story in the hope that the end of the story can resolve my knot in my heart. Recalling and writing it down may resist forgetting and remembering to a certain extent.
What exactly is like? Some people may think that it is a pure feeling that does not need to be deliberately maintained but just connects the two minds. It is a smooth and steady flow. But some people will give it a strong romantic color, burning their love like a moth to a flame, hoping to get a vigorous response.
They are so different. It seems that these two kinds of people are destined to have no connection. Perhaps they knew each other well from the beginning, as if fate had made a joke. She wrote: She hoped they would have a happy ending. But the truth is, what is the truth? She didn't know, but he seemed to know.
When she finally found out, she wrote the story. Maybe in the fiction where reality overlaps, she can give them a good ending.
Travel slowly on long roads.
Concept: What does it mean to like? Will romantics wait for that perfect redemption?