Have you ever met such a person?
Your whole youth has weight because of him. All the cautious joy, overwhelmed panic, and sleepless nights have become poems engraved in the rings of the year. He is the only protagonist, but you have never had a signature.
Because of timidity, the words turned into silence. Because of the misunderstanding, the outstretched hand stopped in mid-air. Fate seems to have played a cruel joke, always letting you choose to miss it just right at the right moment.
So, waiting became a habit. Waiting for a possible tomorrow, waiting for a chance look back, waiting for time to give the answer. Only in the end did you realize that what you were waiting for was not him, but the version of yourself that once dared to dream.
Throughout this life, mountains are mountains, water is water, and you are you. There is nothing but a regret that has been polished by time.
This story was written in a long night of tears. When the last period fell, the morning light outside the window was dim, as if youth and night had faded together into a white that could never return.
Intention: I would rather sacrifice my own life's happiness to protect the other party's "innocent" and "possible" future.