I take root in your world with love and hope. In this life, I wish you peace forever. Even if you and I can only watch each other from a distance like parallel lines, and can only have one and only one point of intersection at an infinite distance; even if you and I can only intersect in a hurry like intersecting lines, we can only pass by each other in silence at a common point. Even if I am still sitting in the corner forgotten by you and missing you alone, or I have left quietly before you noticed. By now, you have forgotten how to write the words "Menelaus' theorem", and I no longer remember which building and street the weekend math competition class was in. You and I have our own partners or people we like, and it seems difficult for our life trajectories to intersect more. Our lives continue as usual amidst the changes of time and everything. I'm afraid, I'm afraid that one day, the immortal memory will be ground into an hourglass, and the seagulls will take away the white clouds of youth. I will forget your name, along with everything we have done together. But, the way you smile slightly, the way you are furious, the way you gently touch my head, they have been branded into immortal marks and condensed into amber in the bottom of my heart. They will stay with me until the end of the world, reminding me of the fourteen-year-old girl sitting in the examination room, sweating and drawing auxiliary lines while facing the geometry questions of the 2010 High School Mathematics League additional test - this is the mathematics, or love, and growth integrated into her life.
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