Many years later, I will still think of you. I would ask myself, are you doing well? Even if I am a little greedier, I lie to myself that you will remember me occasionally. Or only when my hair turns gray and I can no longer walk will I mention you so naturally. My only regret is that I don't have you by my side to count the most unattainable trivial matters in my life. And I will understand what I lost at that time.
I love you.