I imagine that one day in a certain year and month, you appear in front of me, shouting my name with the corners of your mouth raised like you are seventeen years old forever, or that I secretly follow you home along the long coastline.
You always open your hands and say helplessly that it's really troublesome, and then the condensation between your eyebrows disappears in an instant, and you are replaced by a smile that is as obvious as your hair.
I thought we would live such a long and short life loving each other forever.