In fact, I can no longer remember exactly what happened back then, but I remember the soft feeling in my heart, like marshmallows. Perhaps, the pure love of youth is so soft, so that after several years, I still remember, only I know how much I liked you at that time.
I think everyone always likes someone like this when they are young. At the most beautiful age, I like a clean and bright boy, but it is clear that I don't want to give up halfway. I just don't have the strength to fight against the arrangements of reality.
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