There is always such a person who makes young you and me understand what love is.
I loved you so much but never thought about it forever. I remember his warm eyes, the curve of his smile, and his posture when he was lonely.
Even after so many years, when I meet someone who likes me, I still think of him and wonder why that person is not him.
When I think of him, my heart still becomes soft inexplicably; when I think of him, I can cry with peace of mind; when I think of him, I feel that I can be stronger.
Even though his face is blurry, the feeling is like the summer wind, always blowing by inadvertently, as if he has forgotten it but cannot forget it.