Some memories are packed in my heart. I want to dig them all out and organize them carefully, but it is too painful and troublesome. I want to throw them away, but I feel reluctant and uneasy. And some people are the creators of these packaged goods. I want to forget it, but it's impossible; I want to see it, but I don't have the courage.
If, I mean if... If God can allow him to meet me again due to various accidents, I want to have a normal greeting with him, just a greeting... I will no longer want to hold him, kiss him, and occupy him forever. I just want to tell him what I want to say that day...
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