When we are young, we have long lost the childishness of our youth, and it is inevitable to grow up. You, by my side, have been with me since I was ignorant, and I have long been used to it. You ask, do you love me? I hesitated, I really don't know, love you, maybe. You ask again, will we always be together? I remained silent, asking myself, is loving you my instinct or habit?
Thank you for loving me in my best years. I also want to tell you that in my best years, I also loved you.