Growing Old Together

The girl always took the boy’s hand without a second thought. Back then, she didn’t know the saying, “To hold your hand...” The proud boy could have pulled away, but he didn’t. Why? Simply because he cared for her, though he couldn’t say why. In a flash, the girl looked up and saw him. Suddenly, she remembered: “I searched for him a thousand times amid the crowd, only to find him where the lantern lights were fading.” She remembered, too, that the peach blossoms were unchanged, while the face beneath them was not.

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