The eighteen-year-old me accidentally met the twenty-three-year-old him in the vast crowd of social software.
From casual chats when meeting by chance, to tacit understanding of matching every sentence; from strangers on the Internet to close friends who exchange names, hometowns, and worries.
We share meals and seasons through the screen, report daily routines, and talk to each other every night. In our companionship day after day, we quietly cross the boundaries of friends.
This heartbeat that started with chatting did not have a grand encounter, only a long and steady stream of thoughts.
It turns out that there is some tenderness. You don't even need to meet each other, but my heart is full of you.
Motto: Age will not stop love