I want to take a gust of damp wind with you back to London at the end of September 2016, when the story all started.
I want to show you him. He is the poor student who calmly queues for free vegetarian food, and he is also the young profit-seeker who gulps down a cocktail in a jazz bar. He is the "unworthiness" you lamented countless times late at night, and he is also the "sweetheart" you can't help but miss.
It's your choice, it's your choice. Because you are both so young, you should still have the courage and confidence to continue to love.
*The ending he* is updated from time to time
Intention: May we believe in love.