We will eventually have our own destination and future. Maybe very far in the future. By then, the grown-up me will suddenly think of you on a sunny afternoon. Only then did I realize that the face I once thought I would never forget has gradually become blurred over the years. Maybe then, I will be able to say calmly, "Yes, I liked you before." Then I will smile calmly, without any trace of paranoia or jealousy in my eyebrows.
The dust has settled and there is no ripple in the ancient well.
But no matter what, I am still grateful.
Thank God for allowing me to meet the best you in the best years.