You may have loved someone when you were a teenager, but will you still choose to love him after all these years?
When we love a person, do we love the person himself or the time and space in which he exists?
Is the love in youth the throbbing of immature hormones, or is it sincerity that is rare in this life?
You may let it go, but you must remember it.
I hope that by the end of this story, both you and I will find the answer.