How Many Inches of Time

This was the first time I saw the composure after leaving that day, and it has been ten years now. He is more mature than he was when he was sixteen or seventeen years old. He is still as meticulous in a black suit, white shirt and tie. In my memory, he was always so sunny, his handsome features were immature and unexperienced, but he always had a smile on his face. To me, that was ten years of warmth and luxury. Compared with him in memory, the change is not big but also big. Maybe it's because I know Shen Yi, so I'm not surprised at all, and I even think that this is what he should be like. On the rainy streets of Paris, the air was very humid with a thin layer of mist, making the whole world a little blurry. Calmly stood in the lush bushes and looked at me. He waved at me and was ready to run across the street to find me. Paris is so romantic and streets like this are everywhere. I have also forgotten the name of this street, I only remember that I have been here. Just like composure is to me. His broad shoulders, clean shaven beard, sharp eyes, strong arms, and even the calluses on his pen-holding fingers and middle fingers all tell me that he is no longer the person he was ten years ago, not the person in my vague memory, but a real person. Calm is back, he came back to me. Looking at him from a distance, tears blurred my vision. I covered my mouth hard, trying to control my emotions, and looking forward to the next second when he would hug me tightly. I would smell the fresh and familiar scent of him, and he would also tell me about the pain of missing me over the years.