Missing in the middle of the night, there is only you in my heart - a story of implicit love.
Dear,
I miss you, I miss you so much. Whenever I walk in a crowded crowd, as long as I see someone who is somewhat similar to you but not you, chatting with other members of the opposite sex, I always feel a wave of sadness in my heart inexplicably. I'm starting to get confused, wondering if it's because I'm in love with you. All I know for sure is that your every move will cause me to care and tug at my thoughts. What's even more amazing is that as long as I close my eyes, all that comes to me is your figure, and all I hear in my ears is your voice, as if I am drawn by a wonderful magic.
I'm not sure if this is a sign that I'm in love with you, but I know that my concern for you is with me all the time. Your message has become my best hope. I love being with you, enjoying the time I spend with you, playing games with you, and even using you as inspiration to write poetry. In short, I just like you and love to share my little secrets with you. Sometimes, my heart almost gushes out of deep love for you. It's not that I'm deliberately trying to suppress it, it's that I don't know what you really think in this relationship. If you don't say it, I don't dare to take the initiative to reveal it, I want this fate to continue to be fresh and pure.
Maybe it's because we have a heart that we can get along so tacitly. When you hold my hand, I have no intention of breaking free, but quietly feel the warmth of your palm, silently enjoying your unspoken love. In this way, we tacitly put each other in our hearts, silently collaborated, and did what we both liked. You didn't explicitly say that you love me, but you felt a lot of love from your attitude. But you may not know how much I long for you to have the courage to call me dear. At the moment, I only have you in my heart and only you in my eyes, and I am thinking deeply about you and looking forward to hearing you say to me, "I love you"!
I don't know when you'll be able to pierce that layer of window paper, but hopefully that day will come sooner rather than later. Let our feelings no longer be hidden, so that I can confess to you openly, because at this moment, I just want to spend every warm moment with you.