Zhou Qihe x Wen Yanshu
A first-person account of a secret crush.
Mom and her mother were best friends, so Mom hoped we would become best friends too.
We spent many summers together, keeping that promise. Summers racing our bicycles down the paths between the fields, summers lingering by the milk tea shop at the end of the alley. Through countless days, we were kites, treating life as a wilderness and the sky as the road ahead.
Falling for him was easy. Giving up on loving him was hard.
Perhaps yesterday is dead; perhaps tomorrow will be our last.
Every time you walked into my frame, every time I put my arm around your shoulder, and then, at the end, when we finally had nothing left to say, all I could remember was the way home on some summer day, the first scene from all those years ago...
Back then, you were on the left, and I was on the right.
You were my left arm, and I was your right.
Back then, it felt like this road home, the one we shared, would never end...
Theme: One day, we will come face to face with our younger selves
