One Parting, a Lifetime Apart

Wow, I was only six years old when you wrote this, still playing in the mud, without any worries. Now I have more and more worries, mostly about health and studies, while my love life is empty. But that's okay, if I don't meet the right person, I can just be content on my own. I can live my own life well and not worry too much about external things.

Hey author, do you have a new book? Don't be so sad, life is all about imperfections.

Even the most earnest and kindest people eventually have to say goodbye. Whether you give up or gain, one day it will all become a story in your memory.

Please come back soon, I really miss you.

I was only three years old when this article came out [scared].

I wanted to see her, but I lost the chance.

Ten years later, when we meet again, I am no longer myself, and you are no longer yourself. I never imagined I would fall in love again, nor did I expect that we could still be friends ten years later. I cherish every bit of friendship I have now, and I treasure every brief meeting. The same thing won't happen again. I'm not a monster, so don't be afraid.

We had a fight and have been giving each other the silent treatment for three days. Seeing this, I feel an urgent need to make up, a strong urge to not let this opportunity cause me lifelong regret.

Sorry, I forgot to rate it.

Aren't you going to write anymore? Sigh.