You must have met such a person.
In my innocent years, I laughed for him and cried for him.
I have thought more than once that he is the one I will spend my whole life with in the future, but at a certain intersection without warning, I suddenly found that at some point, I had let go of my hands.
Because I am young, I am proud. Because I am proud, I do not know how to compromise. Because I am unwilling to compromise, I do not understand that tolerance is the real compassion. Because I have no compassion, I cannot learn the lesson of love.
The regret of youth is precisely that when you finally know how to love, the person you first wanted to love is already in the sea of people.
What a pity that I can't meet you in the future now.
My dear, you know, I didn't meet you in the best years, but because I met you, I made those years beautiful.