When I first entered junior high school, I caught a brief moment of light in the crowd on the playground.
I regarded him as the only driftwood when I was drowning, and I poured out my heart and lungs and gave everything I had to him.
A thousand days and nights, I will always take the initiative to rush to, take the initiative to accommodate, and take the initiative to fill in all the gaps.
I had no reservations about money, energy, and full love, but in exchange I only received the demands that were taken for granted, the return that I could never wait for, and the results that hit the bottom a little bit.
My mother has repeatedly advised me to distance ourselves since the sixth grade. I insisted that we were just having fun, but secretly I regarded this friendship as my entire youth.
The grievances, internal conflicts, and sadness that no one knew about, I hid alone for three years.
After being disappointed enough, I turned around decently and said goodbye with the mildest excuse.
But what was waiting for him in the end was the other parent's cold protective remarks, and the sentence "This matter has nothing to do with me, my daughter", and a period that was too late to send.
This is the clumsiest sincerity of boyhood, a one-way wave from beginning to end.
The tide ebbs and flows, and I am the only one who rises and falls.
Later, I finally understood that stopping losses in time is not a regret, but a redemption.
At the end of the story, I stopped paying off my debts and went my own way.
I hope that everyone who has tried their best to rush in one direction can break away from the unresponsive sea and find their own shore.
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Purpose: youth regret, friendship redemption, self-growth, reconciliation with the past