When I was a freshman, I strengthened my other half. He is a man with great ideals and ambitions. I remember that before we officially started, he often took me to travel and climb mountains. He was very considerate and bought me a lot of delicious food. He kept pushing and pulling me, pinching my feet and legs when I was tired.
I just reached the top, and soon my sweat was cold. He put on a thick coat for me and froze himself. Then he confessed to me there. At that time, my head was empty, and I only knew that I shook my head inexplicably, and my heart was very complicated. He hugged me, and then I lost consciousness and didn't know how to get down the mountain.
The next day, I looked at him quietly, kissed him secretly while he was not paying attention, and looked at his stupidity, feeling a little complacent. After that, our relationship continued to heat up. The park behind the school is where we often go. He often buys half a watermelon and brings two spoons, and he is full every night. Those days were my best days. Then we parted, but our relationship was indestructible. What I want to tell you about this story is, please believe in love. Love is the greatest power.