I am 28 years old this year, and I have been in love with him for ten years. I recorded the experience as a souvenir of my youth.
We met in high school and confessed to each other twice without success.
I tried many ways to forget, but I still can't forget, I still miss it.
I regretfully comforted myself by saying: You just met him too early, too early to have seen the world, and too early to think that he was the world.
I forced myself not to contact him again, so our lives were very peaceful.
I can't bear to disturb his life anymore. Let's forget about each other in the world. Hello, I'm fine too.