May You Also Have an Unrepentant Love

I kept telling myself to become stronger and to always like her. However, every time I recall the scene at that time, endless regret always wells up in my heart. At that time, I firmly believed that time would make everything better. I looked forward to the day we would meet again, and imagined that I could meet her again, even if it was only for a short moment. But as more than ten years passed, I gradually found myself becoming numb, and the emotions in my heart seemed to be washed away more and more with the passage of time. Even her appearance began to blur, as if the details in those memories were slowly dissipating. I began to wonder if this kind of love was no longer love. Therefore, I want to write this paragraph down, perhaps to commemorate the self that I once deeply loved, commemorate the youth that I can't forget, and commemorate the woman she once was.