You, the Tablemate on the Left

Some people do not reach the end, but will become some kind of secret coordinates in the long years to come. They once wrote questions at the same desk and took shelter from the rain under the same umbrella. At an age when they still didn't understand separation, they mistook silence for the long days to come. Later, mountains and rivers passed by, cities changed, and the few words in the message box preserved for them the unspoken thoughts of the past. Not all encounters have to be successful. Some love in the world is destined to only illuminate but not possess. But once that light comes, it will never really go out. It just retreats to the depths of memory, learning to say goodbye as a person, and also learn to move forward alone.