Some breakups are not because they no longer love each other, but because they haven't had time to learn how to love.
She was with him in junior high school. Later, they were discovered by their family and separated silently. She always felt that she left first because she was not good enough. He didn't know why she disappeared suddenly, but he only knew that he had never let go.
In her senior year of high school, she started coming to see him. Once, twice, three times - every time I stood at the school gate, every time I missed. Until that evening, she told herself that this was the last time. Then he came down.
There was a long silence between the two of them, a few steps apart. She wanted to say "I'm sorry" and he wanted to say "I haven't let go either". But they didn't say anything that day, they just exchanged contact information. Later there were tests on the Internet, candor during the May Day holiday, and an agreement about going to the same university.
This is a story about growing up and facing the past again. Not all regrets can be made up for, but some are worth the wait.
Concept: Things that have been smoothed will not fall apart after being retied.