I am a male and usually write prose. In fact, I had the intention to write a novel a long time ago, but I always put it aside and didn't know where to put it, so I put it off and never started writing.
This article mainly records some people and some things, about their youth and their love. There is truth and fiction, warmth and regret, laughter and light tears... But whose youth can be perfect from beginning to end? Just like a sentence I read many years ago: I have never regretted that I have gone through this way. Even if I can turn back time and do it all over again, I will still choose this way: play happily, cry loudly and shed tears as much as I can, love hard and possess...
I have always believed that in a person's life, there is always someone who will make you give all your love. It just depends on when you meet him and whether he is of the opposite sex or the same sex.