Some people never really have it, but they make us a better version of ourselves; some "misses" are not regrets, but life's carefully designed growth topics.
When he was seven years old, Kong Yan was just a strange boy who sat to my left for ten minutes.
In the next fifteen years, he was like a string of codes scattered in time...
Every encounter is as light as an accident, but it sinks into amber in the memory.
I thought this was just a puzzle of my own youth.
Until they reunited many years later, the dusty clues suddenly connected together——
Those lingering alienations, those rejections of "I'm not good enough for you", those years missed out of anger...
It is actually the most affectionate letter he wrote in silence.
He spent his entire youth teaching me one thing:
True love does not necessarily mean staying together forever, but letting someone in your life become the force for you to break through yourself.
It turns out that some love, standing on the other side, can illuminate the entire river you are traveling on.
He spent his entire youth teaching me:
True love can be a lighthouse standing on the other side;
The deepest imprint often comes from hands that have never been held.
When the world is praising possession,
This story is dedicated to those soul imprints that "never had but lasted throughout life"
"He will always have a place in my heart, not as a lover, nor as a friend. It belongs to Kong Yan. A name can make the heart skip a beat, youth itself."
Intent: Misplaced love, a book of growth