Now he is almost thirty years old. When I met him abroad a few days ago, my calm heart was once again in turmoil. I have loved him for ten years. Maybe onlookers will sigh at my determination after hearing the word "ten years", but for me, ten years is like a lifetime, and only I know all the ups and downs. The first reason why I choose to write it is to commemorate my youth, and the second is to share it with everyone. There must be people who feel the same way as me. There will always be mistakes in memory. I don't want to completely expose my privacy. It doesn't matter if everyone reads it as a memoir or a novel.