The definition of you is probably... In the past sixteen years, you were the first person besides my parents to drink from my water glass. Then one day, my lips were covered with that layer of watermark... When I faced you, my mysophobia disappeared without a trace. Maybe you were too kind to me. The first piece of chocolate was my favorite Dove Hazelnut. I watched you hold the fork with your well-jointed left hand, blowing the steaming instant noodles carefully and stuffing it into my mouth. Later, when I saw the spicy beef noodles, I would think of you, with bright eyes and an uncontrollable smile. You squatted down in front of me, picked up my loose shoelaces with your fingers, and tied them into a perfect bow. I just stared at your chestnut curly hair, as if countless threads were pouring out of you, tightly tying my heart. At that moment, I really never thought that we would be separated.