By. Tony Monjimin
Around the lonely autumn, a terrible unrequited love came to me.
The opponent was not alone.
What is it like to love someone even though you know you're not alone?
Is it just a delusion?
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"The engagement was only a few days away. But why did it have to happen now?"
"You have to be moderate. Why are you deliberately picking on me and causing trouble?"
"Casanova can love you too, right? He likes you too, so why can't I like you too?"