I like him just because I like him. I can't let them go, I can't let go of this school that brings joy and sorrow together, I can't let go of our stories, and I can't let go of our youth. In this era that celebrates youth, I use my hands to write our story. Can we meet again in the future? Can we still say it with a smile?
"Hey, do you remember, we were all smiling around you back then?"