Our timelines finally intersected when you were approaching adulthood.
To me, your life before the age of eighteen is a private history full of sunshine and bustle that I have not been allowed to read.
The truth of this history has been sealed by time, and only occasionally reveals a glimmer of light through your inadvertent narration.
I can only peer through the gaps in these languages and use my imagination to reconstruct the landscape that I have not been able to touch.
This kind of encounter is destined to be accompanied by a kind of tender shortcoming - we deeply embrace each other's present and future, but we must calmly accept that each other has an important part of the past, which will always exist outside the other's sight.
So, don't feel the slightest regret for my "missing out".
It is precisely because I have never witnessed your youth that I have a privilege - I have become the only and final reader of your youth, and the author of all the subsequent chapters of your life.
Your past is the "prequel" that I carefully wrote for you with my imagination; and our present and future are the main chapters that are being written smoothly.
Intention: Use the rest of my life to make up for you all the yesterdays that were soaked by the rain.