Years later, he still appears in dreams. He is kind to me, smiles at me, carries my backpack, and follows me wherever I go. But his facial features became blurred and I couldn't see his face clearly. When you wake up from the dream, everything returns to reality. I was wondering if he was in my dream or if he was just a dream.
Looking back on everything I had with him, it doesn't seem that earth-shattering. What he gave me, I also received from others. But he is the only one who refuses to leave in my heart. I often wonder why. I often recall and miss you often. And I am confused about my obsession with him. I always want to write every bit of my relationship with him into articles, romantic novels or documentary essays. If it does not come true, I will never let go of my feelings for him. Maybe what I can't let go of is just a beautiful youth. Thanks to him, I have memories of my first love in my teenage years, and a past that made me laugh and cry. I want to use words to commemorate that flower season and write down my emotions.