I met him on August 17, the day after Valentine's Day of the year I graduated from junior high school. He had been missing for more than a year. I heard that he had a girlfriend. I envied him, was jealous of him, and she despised him, but in the end I couldn't escape. After all, I loved him.
On Valentine's Day the next year, I asked him: "Where are my roses?" (Actually, I just wanted to make a joke at the time, after all, he had no money at that time) and he said: "We have no money now. When we have money, I will make up for it in the past few years." Although I knew that this might not be possible, I was still moved and felt warm in my heart. At that time, we were still in love.
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