When I saw him again, his gentle eyes no longer stayed for me, nor did he smile at me. He no longer kisses me, nor does he habitually say ambiguous words that make my heart beat.
He had changed a lot, even his appearance. The golden-brown curly hair that he had never imagined fell from his shoulders, and sometimes he was tied randomly at the back of his head. In this life, he collected all his blue and dark charms and reserved them only for that one person. Extremely stingy.
But no matter what he looked like, I would still recognize him.
Then, love him.
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