The years of youth were vivid and burning, with laughter always accompanied by little clashes.
We drew close with all our hearts, but our innocence and clumsiness gave rise to countless small misunderstandings.
Sulking, silence, and saying one thing while meaning another: these were the marks of youth.
Fortunately, arguments aren't the end. Understanding and tenderness will always come.
As we went through cycles of companionship, friction, and reconciliation, we healed each other and gradually learned how to cherish the people by our side.
Theme: What is truly precious is not a relationship without conflict, but the willingness to draw closer and mend things together after a rift appears
