Occasionally when I feel lonely, I think back to the old me.
In the past, I was lonelier than now, but I could always entertain myself in my own world. In the past, I only felt that time was long, and I was never sad about its passage. In the past, I also dared to think and do, regardless of the consequences.
The person I used to be is very different from the person I am now. They seem to disappear as I grow up, leaving only fragments in my memories. Perhaps in the near future, these memories will also be forgotten...
Have I died?
Maybe they are still hiding deep in my heart, lighting up a beam of light for me and giving me a little comfort when I am most helpless...
I don't know if I will recall the me now many years later. He is so confused but clinging to a belief. His heart is far away but he dare not wander...
You may laugh at his cowardice and his self-righteousness...
But he is exactly who you were before and who I am now.
Intention: My yearning for "me"