If I Hadn't Given up on You Back Then

Deep in everyone's heart, there is a private corner where his or her first love is hidden. It was a memory wrapped tenderly by time, the most ignorant and beautiful chapter in youth. I often wonder, what was other people's first love like? Is it a small note secretly passed under the desk on campus, an inadvertent glance in the library, or a figure walking side by side under the sunset? For me, first love is a grand but silent fireworks. The sunsets we saw together and the alleys we walked through are all engraved in my heart. Today, pictures from the past still emerge inadvertently, and every detail is as clear as yesterday. In order to keep this precious memory and commemorate that time that has passed but will never be forgotten, I decided to write this story. Use words to outline the shyness when we first met, the sweetness when we got along, and the confusion when we parted. When I looked back again, those past pictures came to my mind like a tide, which made me want to record this story completely, so that it would last forever in the world of words. It also gave me a formal farewell and remembrance of that first love. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.