In my memory, someone once said: it is better to choose someone who loves you but you don't love, rather than someone who doesn't love you but you do.
Regarding this topic, it always lingers in my mind, I can't figure it out or even imagine it.
The old me would definitely blurt out that it's correct, because I hadn't truly seen the reality behind it. But now, I wouldn't answer casually, because as I grow older, my thoughts are also maturing. The more things I encounter, the more things I understand, and I have gained a new understanding of the concept of love. I know that once my feelings happen to him, there's no escape from the five fingers of one's own heart demons.