You Are a Bright Sadness

Many years later, I read your signature, speculated on your thoughts, and missed you to make myself the best. Later, I stopped contacting you. You left the city where I lived and the area I was familiar with. You went to a place that was not too far away and where I couldn't see you. I still love you. From short hair to long hair, from one year to five years, from school uniform to plain clothes, I still miss you. You are my youth and the past that I cannot erase.