I once saw a gay online writer write a short miscellaneous novel about trivial matters in his and GL's life. They were all trivial things. Later, this gay writer could not bear the pain of breaking up with GL, so he died. Countless people were disappointed, but I was also moved and shocked by him and those words.
Come to think of it, when I was passionately in love many years ago, I just thought those things were bland and scoffed at them, because they were not as exciting as my life. However, when I read it again now, I burst into tears. It turns out that calmness and plainness are all the annotations of happiness.
I think what I am gradually forgetting may be the sweetness and love that I will never have again in my life. Because of commemoration and constant nostalgia, I copied the handwriting of this Internet writer who moved me and picked up my memories. It can also be regarded as a memorial to all pure and beautiful love.
The life recorded should be a chronicle, not for special feelings or persistence. Just for my stupidity and blindness in those years.
Another note: Readers must already know who the writer is. His earliest post was also on "Jinjiang".