People say that a teenager's first love is green, bold and extremely romantic. But, to me, it seems different.
It's really thrilling, it's really pure. But not ideal.
Every impulse is strangled in the cradle of reason, so that even at the closest distance, we can only look at each other from afar.
In the end, all that was left were regrets, a uttered "Happy Graduation" and a class photo with a hundred people in the middle.
Maybe our story won't be very long, but every moment in the past is worth recalling, and every second in the future is worth looking forward to.
Intention: Keep the good things, accept the regrets, and look to the future