No matter how lovely the words of love, they can't compare to that ray of morning sunlight falling on the boy's sweetly smiling lips, or to the other boy reflected in his deep eyes. They can sit together without speaking and never feel awkward. With the other in their heart, everything feels warm. They can go feed kittens together. The proud little school bully has finally met someone who can keep him in line, and the student council president's rules are always remembered by a little hedgehog. Even the little hedgehog has learned to give in sometimes. The other is the one person who can claim that special place. With him there, the sports field becomes a romantic sanctuary, and even eating together becomes fun. The story has ended, but the boys' story goes on. Their chat is pinned at the top of WeChat, and the conversation that always keeps them in touch is filled with green messages from early morning until late at night.
Youth has no expiration date, and young love will never be defined. I wrote an imperfect story and signed it with our names. Orange segments peeled of their pith, kittens in the bushes, a bold boy on the court. Forever young, forever ongoing. Both the objective observer and the boy.
Theme: Youth has no expiration date, passionate love is undefined, and the boys will always stand shoulder to shoulder.
