Notes from Our Youth

How many people, at eighteen, etched the person they loved into the deepest part of their memory, never speaking of them easily to anyone else? Quite a lot, I imagine. Xia He did, and so did Xu Zhouyao. At twenty, do you still love the person you fell for so young, the one etched into your very bones? Even if it leads nowhere, which is more worth cherishing: the person you love, or the person who loves you? Time will tell.