After I was divided into different subjects in the first year of high school, I made a lifelong mistake when I saw you.
In the summer of my second year of high school, I finally "got involved" with you.
In the summer after my senior year of high school, the night before your 18th birthday, I decided to go find you the next day. I told my mother that I would go find you. My mother asked me, "After such a long life, is it him?" I seemed to have forgotten the hesitation, "There is nothing wrong with that."