How do you know that the mutual admiration in middle school was just one's own wishful thinking and the other's compensation. But we only missed each other after we separated. In fact, we have been together for twelve years and have been close to each other for a long time. Countless pursuits, countless aftertaste, countless ifs, all I got was two words. The world was turned upside down, things were changed, and his arrival once again made me ask the question countless times, "Do I still have him in my heart?"
Fantasy about each other's future, fantasy about the past coming back, thinking that we can spend a lifetime with each other, but how can you understand the dangers of the future? When you understand yourself, he doesn't. . .