Time stirs up the dust, and we are not the teenagers here. What I remember now is just a bitter taste. Excruciating pain. Later, we really got together. You took me through my best years. We were simple enough and contented enough. The helpless thing is that this love is not brave enough and is not enough to stop us who have gone through many tests. In the end, we lost to time. Now I dare not listen to those sad love songs easily. Every time I hear them, my heart feels a faint pain. He seems to have sung our stories, and each one has our memories. Memories that used to be joyful but are now sad.
I once wondered where you are now. Are you thinking of you in a quiet corner like me?
Will we still see each other after so many years? Can we still talk about the past together? Will we be unfamiliar with each other and will we escape? I have imagined what the first words we will say when we meet one day will be, Hey! You are here. They still pretended not to know each other and passed each other by. There is no doubt that I like you. It's just that now, I can't afford to like you. I tried hard to forget you. I told myself that it was all over, but I still couldn't stop thinking about you over and over again. It wasn't until one day that I couldn't remember you anymore, and I realized that what I couldn't forget was the warmth, solidity, touch and love you gave me. That's how love is. Only when you have been hurt can you mature, and only when you experience crying can you grow.