Unrequited love deviated from the path

The end of summer, when the baby's breath, a little late in bloom, hadn't yet withered. The boy, hearing the unexpected news, ran away. The bouquet of wildflowers, which had touched the ground, withered and crumbled without anyone noticing. My heart, which had been tumbling all day, swayed gently. - "I wish you never knew love." Looking back now, wasn't that truly a curse? Love, I can't even imagine it anymore.