I only write this book to you who have been by my side for the past three years of middle school.
There are thousands of kinds of people in the world, some are superficial and cold-eyed, some are smart and clever, some are greedy and greedy, some are full of copper odor, some are gold and jade but are ruined... I have been living in the polar night circle, and I have met many such people, until you, who settled in the polar day circle on a certain day, month and year, suddenly crossed the line between day and night, and appeared in my dim and sluggish world.
But we all stubbornly believe that there are only two poles in the world, and you stand on the other pole opposite me. No one is willing to give in, and can't bear to see the other person hurt. Wanting to comfort the other person only hurts the other person even more. Time has passed, and you have finally become the familiar yet unfamiliar person in my youthful years. As I turn the pages, my time in school uniform flashes from time to time. At that time, we did not say goodbye solemnly, so I always felt that I owed you a few words:
"Thank you."
"I'm sorry."
Also, these years of "missing you".
Fortunately, I said it and you heard it.
Although time is cold, but occasionally, it will show mercy. At least, it allows us to let go of our unnecessary stubbornness, leave the two poles we think we have, and gradually understand and accept each other.
Intention: alienation is to avoid harm, and separation is for future reunion.