The most innocent and memorable part of the relationship should be the heartbeat of the first love. It has the scent of maltose and can make people blush and start their seventeen years old. But beautiful things are always short-lived, after I have experienced repeated disappointments, after I have experienced bitter sorrows, after I have experienced hysterical crying, I finally understand that you are not the only god in my life. I found all my sanity, saw the hateful face of you clearly, and explained all your evil deeds and distortions in one go, telling myself that I have the confidence to live alone without you. That’s how I am, but I’ve rehearsed countless scenes when I reunited with you in my heart. After going around in a circle, I will find that almost all of our things have been stereotyped in junior high and high school, the criteria for choosing a mate, the boys who are excited, the friends we have made, the longing for love, the conception of marriage, and the attitude towards life. Along the way, it is not a process of discovering new scenery outwardly, but a process of digging yourself inward all the way. Time has passed, and if you can renew the dream of youth, what a gift and luck it will be. After all this time, I still seem to like you very much.
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