After thinking for a long time, I decided to write down my love for the past seven years in the snow that has not yet fallen. We once watched the New Year's Eve fireworks together, quietly held each other's hands in the crowd, and wrote secretly unspoken words in handwritten letters. I clearly remember his eyes, thinking that those tacitly held hands and vague titles were the foreshadowing of our fate connecting us. Until one day I discovered that I was just a cloud that he let go between "needs" and "unnecessities". But I thank him for allowing me to truly recognize myself and his cowardice, and write down all the past, not to confess to him, not to try to keep him with my sincerity, but to commemorate the pure love and affection I had in the past. After writing, this unfallen snow should have an ending. I want to turn around and walk into my own morning.
Purpose: The topic of secret love is a subject that comes up a thousand times, and liking may be the most complex emotion in the world. From belief to doubt, from expectation to disillusionment, it is essentially the process of people's understanding of themselves. The feeling of liking someone is true, but liking is not everything in life. Only by seeing the snow that has not fallen clearly can we move towards tomorrow more clearly.