I don't know how else to record our relationship, which is full of absurdity and entanglement. We met on the Internet. This relationship started from illusion and is destined to be uncertain and fragile. It's just that I plunged into it four years ago and have never been able to get out. So I write all these things in the hope that no matter what the ending is, I can remember him and not let him blossom quietly in my life and disappear quietly in my life like the people I met before.
This is also the only thing I can do for my unwillingness.
I once thought that if I wanted to record my youth, Mr. C's existence would be indispensable, but I didn't know how far he could accompany me, and I didn't have the courage to reveal all my secret and intricate thoughts related to him in front of him. So I can only use this method, from now on, to record my youth related to him, until we disappear in each other's lives, until I forget him, until he no longer leaves a trace in my life.
It's no use until I miss you. It's frivolous to feel melancholy.
Under.
Concept: Some teenage worries