Maybe until my sophomore year in college, I didn't know what love was, nor how to love others, or how to be kind to others. "Be calm first, then love others" is really not just talk.
Mr. Z is a very good person, and there are many girls chasing him. Whether they are junior high school girls or the same level, I have heard about it. Firstly, he has a good personality, is very capable and motivated; secondly, Mr. Z grew up in a good environment. From the first meeting, his gentlemanly character and cultivation were enough for me to know that he is definitely someone I can get along with; in addition, Mr. Z's appearance is the type that can cause a sensation wherever he is placed. At that time, the attraction and admiration for each other were mutual, and even in the end, I discovered that admiration is not an exaggeration to describe my feelings for him.
I used to think that letting nature take its course was the best arrangement of fate. We vaguely knew each other's feelings and thoughts, and we carefully cared for it and cherished each other. I had also been impulsive and reckless and broke this balance. I blamed myself and doubted myself, but now that I have asked everything clearly, it is good.
Later, the story developed to the ending I wanted - I clearly understood and remembered that there was a person in my heart who was once so important, and I was also important to him. Like Mr. Z said, it is enough that everything is beautiful in retrospect. We should all be honored to be one of the most rewarding parts of each other's memories.
Mr. Z likes to go to many places, but taking pictures is never his choice. Visiting and seeing is a reward; but I still want to use my own way to record every moment of our relationship over so long. Every moment spent with Mr. Z is one of my most precious memories. I would like to commemorate this.