People can easily fall in love with a person, but it is very difficult to accept a person's non-love, always thinking that feelings are also things that can be exchanged equally, and they can get as much as they pay, and those who believe in them can only slowly get depressed in their own obsession.
Fate is a wonderful thing. The shelf life of a person who has known each other for three years expires in a twinkling of an eye, while a person who has just met for one minute can say such words to him for 10,000 years.
Even if I am promising, even if I hate it, even if I am far away from home, this feeling is especially strong when I am alone on a holiday that is supposed to be reunited: I find self-affirmation in the big city, but lose my sense of belonging. The sense of belonging is because of your tea and meal, some noisy, some lively, these bring me.