We live in the same world, and there are too many small and similar things in this world. However, I have never met anyone like you in these years.
I still remember that back then, you loved basketball, preferred JAY's tunes, and were keen on all the things that boys were interested in. You were at an age when you should not know how to love.
I still remember that back then, you liked lemon soda and teased girls, but you were hot and cold towards me, and you blamed me and hated me more than once or twice.
I still remember the time when you chased after the school beauty. You were tone-deaf but you still insisted on singing love songs and writing love poems for her. When you were rejected, you just shrugged your shoulders and went back to being the playboy you were.
I remember all this.
I have never forgotten these and will never forget them.
Did you know that you and I were so similar in those years, or that everything about us overlapped so much.
I met you.
And what you mean to me.
I often wonder if you have changed now, but I don't know. Maybe you changed your hairstyle, your usual tone of voice, your dressing style, or the things you promised to protect for the rest of your life.
Actually, I never want to get the answer.
It's like I don't want to know if I am still changing because of you.
You know you were there, good and bad to me.
Maybe you will always be there, every morning and dusk, you are too good but also too bad for me.
--You are.