Everyone has a piece of youth tucked away in some corner of their student days. Those moments, those stories, are both chance encounters and ordinary happenstance.
Everyone keeps stories in their memories of youth. Every story begins with a meeting, and ends with a memory. Only many years later do we realize that even if we’re left with regrets, we’re still grateful we met. Back then, our meeting was as innocent as your eyes, as clear as your gaze.
