Youth has been loved and hurt; cherished and chased.
In those days, we missed and lost.
We all have had our green years. In those distant or not-so-distant pasts, in those young days, we didn't know what to do or what not to do. In short, it was green. Looking back, everything is green.
I love him, and he loves me too, but he doesn't love me as deeply. I can chase with all my life, but what he chases is his sky.