In everyone's life, there is always someone who makes you care so much.
You care about his preferred taste, his favorite movies, the curvature of the corners of his mouth, his happiness and unhappiness, every word he says to you, and the person he likes, whether it is you or not you.
We don't remember when the youthfulness and ignorance we guarded so carefully became a habit; we don't know how that habit became dependent and taken for granted.
You also have a story that lives in your heart, which has been fermenting slowly and silently.
Just like their stories, ordinary and shining, young and beautiful.