For You, for Me, It's a Dream

He and I were walking on the road that day, so close that we could hear each other's breathing. The road was so quiet that we could feel each other's inner agitation. Our hands kept touching, and I said... I am about to leave my job and go to another city. Can I hold your hand? He happily said, yes... Later we held hands, holding each other tightly, clasping our fingers... I said, you won't dislike it, right? He said how could it be? I ask... Do you like it? He said... It's pretty good. Just like this, we walked on that apparently short road for a long, long time, so long that we wished time could stop at this moment, and we hoped the story would end here, but it didn't... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.