In what capacity and from what perspective have I accompanied you to this point. I remember every sentence you said about "I love her" more deeply than you do. I believe you will never forget the past now. What do you mean? This is a period of time that has been loved and hated by countless people - youth. I want to tell them our story, a story about growing up, about loving and being loved, no matter what, this is a true story.
You always tell me everything about you, but you have no way of knowing anything about me. You always blame me for not mentioning it, that's because my little bitterness seems so small under your romance that I can't speak. Now, I want to tell the story again and tell you how I lived during that time. I love you, you are always my first caller, maybe I am yours, because you are usually the one who tells me.
We made a phone call, and you said on the phone: Your past is the past, and you will never find anyone who loves her as much as you do, and you will never love others the same way you love her. But you don't know that when you throw your memory in the trash can, it will turn into a knife by itself, and it will be engraved in your heart one by one.