I once thought that youth was a test question that must be answered correctly.
In 2018, I regarded her as the moon in my heart: she said "The moonlight is so beautiful tonight", I replied "The wind is also gentle", a secret love of low self-esteem and a silent farewell;
In 2019, I threw myself into the starlight, thinking that quick love was the antidote: The senior sister who asked me "Little brother, have you ever been kissed" with a straw in her mouth taught me in a month: It turns out that some light will burn you if you get close to it.
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"I spent my entire youth teaching myself what love is. If you learn it in advance, please live a good life for me."
This is a story about mistakes, disappointment, fall and reconstruction.
It's not sweet, but it's real.
Intention: growth