Chapter 11: Meet The First Unrequited Love Again

Day after day, it's Christmas tonight. All the streets in the city are brilliant with colorful lights, cars are bustling, and everyone wears beautiful warm clothes, flocking to amusement parks and churches together.

I got off the taxi, walked to the twenty-five-meter tall pine tree in the middle of Novaland Gallery square, took a few selfies, and asked the beautiful girl who was with her boyfriend nearby to take two full-body photos for me.

Most people go with their lover or with a group of friends, with family, no one is alone like me.

When I look at them, I feel a little sad. I am twenty-four years old and have not had a single piece of love on my shoulders, although my eyes, nose, mouth, hands, and feet are all complete.

Before, when I was in high school, I had a crush on an upperclassman. He is handsome, humble, and talented.

Before I could muster up the courage to confess my feelings to him, he had already moved away.

It was not until last year, when I was reading articles a