I write such a story just to commemorate it, because I am afraid that my brain will deteriorate and I will not be able to remember what kind of stories happened in my youth and what kind of people appeared.
If one day, how would the people in my life react if they saw such a story? Happy? Lost? Regret?
Maybe they had already gotten married and had children by that time, maybe they had moved away, maybe they were by my side... The future is unknown.
I am using my own pen and ink to record youth for myself and them.
Of course, the story also contains my expectations for life, psychological compensation for past regrets, and secrets buried by time.
There is never right or wrong in relationships, it's just that we didn't meet the right person at the right time.