If Life Were Just Like the First Time We Met

Author's message: The semi-photographic story happened to me as real as a novel. Although the story is fictional, please believe that there is incredible love in everyone, but you just don't notice it when you are in it. Male protagonist: Once, you said you loved me. At that moment, I thought it would be forever. I pretended the past wasn't important, but found I couldn't. Some memories linger, and some memories cannot be erased. Don't say that you will still miss them after you leave; don't say that you will still be friends after breaking up. When you leave a place, the scenery no longer belongs to you. From the moment I turn around, my happiness has nothing to do with you. I'm waiting for the day when I'm good enough and brave enough, I can walk in front of you firmly and with a calmness. That will be me you have never seen before. Over the years, so many people have passed through my life, but why is it you, who seems to be the most passer-by, who occupies such an important position in my heart. Heroine: Love is a higher level than liking. You are my first love and my favorite. I miss you forever. When you love someone to the core, it is hard to let go. When I meet you, I understand what heartache is for a lover, and I also understand what deep-rooted love is.