Today is the 1416th day since we lost contact, and the 1627th day since you hated me.
It's been a long time since I heard from your friends, and it's been a long time since I've heard anyone ask about our relationship.
2320 Days have passed since the day you confessed. The clock has gone round and round, and all the love and hate in the past seem to have been submerged in the quicksand of time and gradually faded away. I gradually can't remember what you said on the day of confession, nor can I remember why you hated me in the last days.
We are like two intersecting straight lines that meet briefly and eventually separate. Even though we were in a small town, even though we still had a common circle of friends, we were never destined to meet again.
I lied to you, I always know why you love me.
Also always know.
Why do you hate me.
Concept: Everyone will be like a sapling, growing vigorously and flourishing in the sand of time.