The First Affectionate Diary

The entire past of me and them is hidden in those light and shadows that have been worn into pieces by the days. Maybe it was the lowered eyebrows that secretly looked at the hem of her clothes, maybe it was the walk we walked side by side on a winter night, or maybe it was the unspoken words "wait for me" when she turned around... The pieces were dangling here and there, and when put together, it was still a long-lasting love that couldn't be let go. This is not a complete story, just all the fragments about love that I have quietly saved.