In the countless nights that followed, I kept forgiving myself, for not doing more right, for not persisting longer, but suddenly, at this moment, I realized that you and I were not together because of our fate.
He was still the same as he had been many years ago, like a child who would never grow up, with baby fat that never faded away, and a faintly visible beard on his chin. When he was scolded, he stood there, slightly hunched over, and his eyes remained at a loss. I suddenly felt that he had done nothing wrong these years, and I had done nothing wrong, but I just missed it.