It is easy to fall in love with someone, but you are afraid that this liking is just a kind of longing; it is also easy to miss someone, but you are afraid that this longing will be an insurmountable meeting. I am on the other side of the emotional distance, my heart is on the edge of longing for responsibility, I miss a figure who can no longer be real, and I play out a story that I know has no ending. Maybe, we are all too rational; maybe, we are all too realistic. Only when meeting is worse than missing, can we save the romance deep in the soul; only when having is worse than remembering, can we soothe the sadness of longing deep in the soul.
The previous one is: "Youth Never Comes Again", and there is actually some connection between the two. Everything I don't understand is in the previous one.
The text is a passage I once saw, but I don't remember where it came from. I made some small changes, which made me feel very sad. From this, I wrote a story about my youth. It is not a novel in the pure sense. It is a plain narration of the past days from beginning to end, which is a bit boring and realistic. This one is more sad and slower, so you can just read it!
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