Perhaps in this world, the most loving but also the most reprehensible are the unrequited lovers.

They love without daring to say it, keep that feeling to themselves, and make themselves miserable. But you know what! Love is not forbidden. Why hide alone in a small heart and then sit idly and sing each sentence. Gently whisper a few words "I miss you", "I love you" to yourself. Sitting in the corner of the room and thinking about people, remembering the small but smiling memories forever. Every time people care about me, my grandmother doesn't need it, but actually my heart jumps. Then when people go hand in hand with others, caring about others, we feel sad, with a bit of an aftertaste of jealousy here. But when I think about it, what am I, I am not someone's, but I have the right to be jealous? Indeed, one-sided love even jealousy is no longer available. Only forever is the person behind watching them happy with others. When I mustered up the courage to approach people and say the three words "I love you", they were taken away by their smiles. It's nothing, I'm just afraid that if I confess, I won't be able to be friends anymore. Outsiders are advised to confess, at best not to be friends anymore, needing that person's friendship. But the insider is different, how can it be so easy to face the loss of friendship with the person you love? What's easy? It was with that same thought that they made themselves unworthy of suffering. So, my friend, if you like or love people, don't be shy anymore, be bold, approach people. Then there are memories of my youth.

Confession is just a formality, the important thing is how we express our feelings to people.