Girl Beside Me

I once recalled my youth and recalled the bits and pieces I missed before. Sometimes I think, if I could do it all over again, it would be different if I made a different choice. If I could do it over again, maybe it would be different if I cared more. Youth is regrettable, but the memories are still beautiful. I will describe the stories of people who have been there and taught me, or guided my growth. Although it is not a life guide or a novel document, it is just a narrative article. No matter there are people whose names I still remember, there are still people whose names I have forgotten.