I was trapped in a cocoon in my native family, which was full of cracks, until Lin Yan burst into life with light. He would always lie down next to my desk and laugh during class breaks. The curves in his eyes were like the thawing ripples of a spring stream. With a gentle sway, he shattered the sharp thorns all over my body. I clutched the love letter I had written for three whole nights and hid under the sycamore tree in the playground. My fingertips turned white when he took it, but I waited for the silent dusk amid the chirping of cicadas.
It rained heavily on graduation day, and his back disappeared around the corner of the teaching building. Only then did I realize that the love letter had already been wrinkled by the sweat on my palms. In the next three years, I stumbled and grew up with my unspoken thoughts, until I met Lin Yan again at my high school reunion - he was standing in the warm yellow light wearing a white shirt, and his eyes reflected the strange yet familiar tenderness to me.
Purpose: There are many regrets in life, and everyone has their own differences.