Life is not long, not short. Even so, meeting and missing is only a second of hesitation. I can't say I regret it, but I also feel sad that God did not grant us a better encounter. However, after all, we met.
I never thought that the first person I fell in love with was my teacher, but my reason made me shrink back again and again. I turned from teacher and student to friend, and from friend to confidant. Who could have predicted how we would meet again many years later? What about the people around you? How much will it be changed by us?