This year is the year I like you the most. Before tomorrow's accident happens, before the unknown happens, I want to write down some interesting or boring or very favorite moments, some moments that are related to you or have nothing to do with you.
In this way, when I still like you but don't have you, I will look at you again and feel like I have seen you again, briefly falsely possessing you. It may seem a bit hypocritical to say this, but
I won't come out
No buts, I have no buts to explain.
Intention: Memories now.