Probably the person you liked when you were young was the beginning of all your beautiful longings for the world. You were happy and sad for him. As spring goes and autumn comes, your joy in moving forward with all your strength towards that person becomes an empty one. But thank you for his appearance, which is enough for us to miss, to be alone, and to grow up for many years. You stumble around for many more years until you meet someone who dares to let you take the next step. Even if we are not teenagers, even if today is not yesterday.