The first time I saw him, he was standing not far away. I knew that he was not smiling at me.
This was the second time I met him, and I felt like I had taken a step closer to him.
Two years have passed.
He and I are already thirty years old.
I can say that I have a very good relationship with him, but I will never be able to cross the boundary of friendship.
Of course, with a self-deprecating smile, I seemed to be able to hear the sound of the wind and my voice.
Faced with his surprise, I chose to say goodbye and leave.
He doesn't stay…
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