During my freshman year, I met a girl in the drama group. She always said it was "too fast" - everything I did seemed too fast to her. I take her home on the Fangshan Line every week, walk around Sanlitun with her, help her find a lost necklace, and watch a movie called "Love Like a Bouquet." I wanted to get closer to her, but she kept backing away. It's not rejection, it's fear. I am afraid that the happiness will be so full that one day it will overflow and I will never be able to get it back.
This is a story about "too early" and "too late". It writes about a person who loved and missed another person hard when he was young. Then after a long time, when I occasionally see a similar figure on the subway, I still think of the words that have been repeated countless times - too fast.
Intention: Cherish love and reflect