The sun is very bright today. Before I wake up, the dazzling light and the warm feeling on my face have woken me up from my dream. What I had just dreamed about seemed to be just for a moment, and I had forgotten most of it, but the feeling of emptiness in my heart was still clear. Of course, I haven't forgotten the name of the person who I occasionally think of, but who has disappeared for an unknown period of time.
Have you ever had the feeling that someone often appears in your mind, carrying the unbearable and profound past, which stimulates a nerve called the need to forget, and does not allow you to continue to recall it. Over time, he becomes a feeling and nothing else.
In the dream, there were slightly dilapidated classrooms, mottled blackboards, yellowed daylight switches, and unopened gardenias beside the corridor. The distance was a bit unreal, but the cold air was very familiar. He was stunned for a second or two, stepped over and grabbed my forearm, and said viciously, "You will never meet a better person than me."
In the five years since then, I have become convinced.