That summer, I graduated from college and he graduated from high school. When I first met him, I was 22 and he was 18.
I am his teacher and he is my student.
The holiday is coming to an end. We like each other, but we don't dare to disturb each other's normal growth trajectory. But we have ignored that when love comes, it does not care about age, occupation, or reason. As long as there is passion and impulse, it is enough to leave these worldly rules behind.
We went through his four years of college and three years of graduate school together.
We also held each other's hands and cried. These seven years were too long and I didn't dare to waste my youth. We almost broke up.
In these small and painful moments, we constantly remind ourselves how precious you are and I can't bear to leave you.