The White Moonlight of Youth

[School life first, then city life; mutual secret crushes at first, then open love][The finest doctor in psychiatry and the best surgeon in neurosurgery] (Both happy and tragic endings)

School days: He was the boy she had secretly loved for three years. He pursued her boldly and passionately.

The black silhouette running across the snow in winter. The worried crease between her brows. The way he was afraid and tried to hide from her.

He was afraid she would be scared of his wound, so he covered it with a wool hat. She said nothing, but her hands trembled. “It’s okay, I’m not scared. Let me see.”

“Are you still coming to English class this week?” He asked because he was afraid she might stop coming and he would no longer get to see her.

“I like calling you my wife.” His shameless pursuit of her left her flustered and helpless, and his teasing made her blush and her heart race.

Happy adult ending: When they meet again, he has become the best surgeon in his department, while she has become an excellent psychologist, helping more people.

He asks uncertainly, “Do you still remember the past?” The girl smiles. “I do.” Perhaps the most chaotic time of his life was when they first met. He asks how she has been all these years and wants to know if she remembers their promise.

When the boy learns about the pain the girl went through, it is the first time he realizes he may not be able to protect her safely, despite what he had imagined. But she says, “None of us can be perfect. The past is full of beautiful memories and things we’ve gained. We have to look ahead.”

Tragic adult ending: When they meet again, the boy belongs to someone else. The girl smiles, having let go. “I wish us both happiness.”

After going through countless things in life, the girl realizes that loving yourself is the first lesson in life. Loving others means doing all you can, but you must also learn to let go.

Often, love isn’t everything in life. Loving someone cannot stop them from pursuing a better future, either.

Some people are fated to share more with us, and some less.