Tides, Quicksand, Ferris Wheel

My short story is so beautiful~ The protagonist who talks to himself is always regarded as a weirdo by others and lives in the corner of the city. Like you who are not proud of yourself, no one regards you as a weirdo, but you still live in a corner. But when love comes, you will briefly stand in the center of the stage and embrace the empty auditorium. There is a person sitting there, and that is yourself.