Transformation from school uniforms to suits
Casually flipping through the photo album, I stumbled upon that picture of us playing in the snow on campus. It struck me that winter has long passed, and we can never return to that time, nor can we recapture those carefree smiles.
Years rushed by, fleeting and swift. In the blink of an eye, we each have our own lives now, lives that no longer include each other. Reflecting on the past, those years with you are the days I am most reluctant to forget.
Looking at the photo, my memory drifted back to the past, back to that year, back to the classroom where you sat beside me, back to the recesses where you made funny faces at me, back to a world with you in it.
Seeing the old you in the photo, I suddenly realized how much you’ve grown. You’re no longer that little boy; you’ve become a man who can stand on his own and give others a sense of security. In an instant, a pang of sorrow surged in my heart. Because I witnessed the person I love grow from immature to mature, from wearing school uniforms to donning suits. I am grateful I was part of your youth, accompanying you through it, watching you take every firm step on the path of life.
Time has left deep marks on you. You’ve cut off the trendy spiky hair that was popular among boys back then and adopted the hairstyle of a mature man. You’ve shed the uniform that constrained you for years and put on the classic black suit and shoes. You’ve taken off the heavy backpack that weighed you down for years and picked up the briefcase that carries your dreams. Sitting quietly, without speaking, I saw the sadness in your silhouette.
Friends say our fate has ended, but how can stubborn me let go of the past so easily?
Still, I can’t help but care about you, to understand you, to know everything about you. And so, year after year passes by. I don’t know how long this will continue, nor how long you’ll remain in my heart. I only know that waiting for you has become a habit. Even if our future is pitch black, I still want to find a bit of light in that darkness, because that’s my only bit of hope.
People say that in love, the one who falls first is destined to be scarred, and the one who loves more has no right to make demands. And so, I exist humbly in my imagination with you, deeply trapped in the tenderness you once gave, unable to extricate myself.
I accompanied you from wearing school uniforms to suits, through seven years, always looking up to you, watching you slowly grow. In the future, I will continue to look up to you from behind.
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
