Monday 11Th

In fact, he is not that good, but because you love him, you force yourself with the weight of memories, making you feel that there is no such person in the world anymore. Many injuries are one-time, maybe because of your permission and your obsession, it is like a saw, constantly pulling on your heart, and the person holding the saw tightly is none other than yourself. That's not a tragedy, it's a love that you know the outcome of but you still devote yourself to it. It's the only way to go, and it's a story of youth that you won't regret if you have it once. Meeting such a person once is the luckiest thing.