"We've slept together, loved deeply; we're certainly very familiar, aren't we?" Kevin Cliff looked at her, slowly speaking, bringing up their past.
Loved deeply? What kind of deep love was that!
It was just a fool's unrequited yearning, stumbling and bumbling, ending up with nothing but wounds.
"Thank you for reminding me of that absurd past self of mine! Sorry, but I can't afford this meal." She smiled, raising the phone that was ringing in her hand, and then turned around, walking and answering with a tender voice, "Senior... you're bringing me food? Anything is fine... You know I don't eat celery... Okay, I'll wait for you..."
She really didn't like celery, and the last time they had a meal together, he couldn't help but intervene when he saw her staring at the celery with a bitter face.
Kevin Cliff stood there, realizing he could do nothing but watch her heart bloom for another man, watch her disappear from his sight and walk into another man's view.
