Love Letters and Farewell Letters

The first clumsy confession in adolescence was to the person I liked. "I'm sorry!" "No need to be sorry. If you don't like me, you have nothing to be sorry for." "Let's go to the place where you go to school to see the sea together." Later, one person was in the south and the other was in the north; one was in a city with the sea and the other was in a city without the sea. They never met each other even once! "Will you regret it?" "Yes, but I had no choice at the time. That was the best ending in my opinion!" "I can't sit here now and complain about my past self, and I can't look at him in my memories with my current eyes." "Why don't you believe him?" "It's not that I don't believe it, but I feel sorry for him. I don't want him to blame me for all our previous problems in the future!" "If you meet him again, what would you like to say to him?" "I think I would hug him if I could and then hopefully it would make sense for us to be apart!" "Give you another chance..." "No, maybe he's not that good after all. It's just that it's been a long time, and memories have added points to him. He's only a confused figure in my memories." We all have to look forward and move forward. Memories are only suitable for staying in the past! (This story is dedicated to everyone who has experienced Midsummer. There is no prototype. If there are any similarities, please communicate with me!)