A close friend who grew up with me, on the night of his 25th birthday, we sat drinking in a park we frequented in a small town. He gradually started drinking, and began to think about his past life and the people in his past, and slowly told me about the people he loved and hurt ten years ago, and the youthful years he had experienced.
For us ordinary people, what does ten years mean? Do you still remember what you were like ten years ago? Is there anyone you like so much that you want to hug each other regardless of your own safety?
I want to use this story to think about what love is and what the relationship between people should be like.
I think his story should be recorded and should not be slowly forgotten by the people in the story, or even himself. So I wanted to write this story, and hope to give it to him as a birthday gift when he has another birthday.
Concept: What is love