Originally, this was the best gift I could give to the girl I like when I get married. It's a pity that now it can only be filled with words on paper without any meaning. Because the girl I liked for eight years finally got married years ago. Although the groom is not me, I still have sincere blessings in my heart. It is only a moment. It is not generous, but I think this is a basic quality for a boy.
In fact, this is a diary written before and after I joined the army seven or eight years ago. Occasionally, when I can't sleep in the dead of night, I will read it randomly. Sometimes I think, if you only know me now, I don't know whether I should be grateful that you can't imagine the young and frivolous me at that time. If you only remember me as I was before, I don't know whether to regret that you can't see the changes in me now. Of course, if you don't care about who I am at all and just accidentally found a little bit about your own love and growth from my diary, then I'm sorry.
Well, the diary is plain and the plot is empty. In fact, it is the same as all love stories, except that I recorded it with pen and paper.
I was sad when I started reading it because I felt like it was a thick love letter. I was very calm after that. In fact, it was just a monologue written by myself. It's just that this book records my growth. Love, friendship, family affection, rebellion, confusion, exaggeration, simplicity, precipitation, purity, sincerity and inferiority. The most important thing is persistence and faith.
This is how the story begins. That year, I was 18 years old and still a third-year student who needed to improve. . .