If I were 8 years old, I could stumble towards you with a lollipop and tell you loudly that I like you very much.
If I were 28 years old, I could put down my work and buy a plane ticket and fly across the mountains and rivers to see you.
But I am only eighteen years old. I don't have the bravery of an eight-year-old, nor the maturity and stability of a 28-year-old. I only have a lonely courage and passion.
You are the love and admiration of my entire youth. You have taken over all my joys, anger, sorrows and joys. My entire youth is you, but you don't know that you have participated in my entire youth.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
