When the Wind Blows, We Are Still Young

They have known each other for many years. It's been so long that each other's names have been tied to their youth, but neither of them has really said they like each other. We were in the same class in elementary school, sitting at the same desk in junior high school, and going to the same school in high school. It seemed like we were always on the same timeline, close and missed. Later, he went to a far away place and lived through the time difference and the screen. Until that day, he said: "Either you leave me alone, or you take care of me for the rest of my life." She did not answer immediately, and she waited for three days. There was no news, no explanation, just a prolonged silence. On the evening of the third day, she replied with a long text, talking about hesitation, talking about getting closer, talking about stepping back, talking about those moments when they were used to each other but still didn't dare to start. Finally, she said that if it was not a joke, she would like to try. Later, they really got together, spanning distance and time, and countless silences and quarrels. They walked through the two years of being closest to each other, and then came to the quietest separation. No one is right or wrong, but one day the wind stopped and everyone dispersed. It was much later that he understood that some endings did not happen suddenly, but became lighter little by little over a long period of time. In the year when the wind blew, what he wanted to ask was not why he left, but whether there was any moment in those three days when you really thought about going to the end with me.