There is a kind of fate that is destined from the moment of birth.
Our story is like the ancient childhood sweethearts, an indissoluble bond that has been forged since the mother's womb.
In my vague childhood memories, there is always a small figure accompanying me. That is my best friend and my best friend.
From kindergarten to university, we were classmates. We walked hand in hand and walked many roads together, every corner of the campus, attended classes together, played together, and traveled in the ocean of knowledge together. During those days, we had quarrels and vented our unhappiness directly.
There are no worries, only innocent smiles and endless joy. My friendship with him has become stronger over the years, and like the green plums, it has become sweeter with the passage of time.
After I entered high school, I noticed that the way he looked at other girls started to change. The eyes were full of curiosity and desire. My heart seemed to have changed at this time. Whenever he talked and laughed with other girls, there would always be an inexplicable sourness in my heart. Maybe my feelings for him had gone beyond friendship.
Later, when we grew up, although he was still the same person he was when he was a child, he would still run to my house after class or walk home together, but he got a girlfriend and tried to convince himself that we were just friends. But when I saw him and her walking hand in hand on campus, my heart felt as if it had been pricked by a needle. I didn't know how to face this feeling and the delicate relationship between me and him.
One day later, the story took a turning point. He broke up and the other party couldn't accept him as he was in the past.
Intention: I know that this time, I will not let go.
