If memories have color, it must be summer.
In fifth grade, a sports class selection brought two boys with completely different personalities together. One is proud and unwilling to admit defeat; the other is dazzling and steady. From the initial jealousy and rivalry, to running together, reading together, playing games together, and traveling together, they shared the most splendid childhood in their lives.
At that time, he thought it was just friendship.
It was not until many years later, when the familiar playground turned into memories, when the people who once stood side by side gradually drifted away, when an unspoken word was stretched by the years into a long longing, that he slowly understood that some feelings did not know their names at the beginning.
This is not a grand love story.
But a young man spent many years looking back at his youth and a person who once illuminated his life.
Those clips about the playground, summer, graduation trips, laughter and farewell will eventually become a letter to my youth.
Also written to everyone who has held someone in their heart for many years.
Intention: growth