Whenever I talk about my youth and campus life with others, the first thing that comes to my mind is him swinging the swing creaking under the wall covered with morning glories, and him leaning on the billboard at the bus stop chatting with me.
But then all the stories about him faded from my memory as the swing was dismantled. When I talk to people about my recent life, what comes to my mind is the big one and the little one playing in the sand pit under that wall.
I don't know what the future will be like, but if he says he knows, then I'll just believe him and let's go through this life with him.