How timid and frail is unrequited love?
A place you entered of your own accord, but you’re trapped inside,
unable to find an exit. He doesn’t know a thing, and could one day leave
my line of sight, and the love ends passively. A love that does not
bloom flowers, and thus cannot dream of bearing fruit. A love like a
seed that is forgotten. That is unrequited love. (Flower boys next door)
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