Beautiful journey of youth
It took me four years to get to know you, to fall in love with you, but I don’t know how many four-year periods of my life it will take to reminisce about you. In my memory, you remain the same as when I first met you, with a bright smile and clear eyes, unchanged. I still remember the rainy day when you gave me an umbrella; how I wished that road could have no end, so I could walk it with you forever.
I miss our time together when I was in America; distance deepens the longing for each other and dilutes the problems of reality. I firmly believe that your unspoken “I love you” is condensed in the daily care and concern.
True love has no distance or time difference.
Thank you for accompanying me through the difficult years in a foreign land.
I’m very sorry that we didn’t take more photos together, didn’t travel together, and didn’t get to do many things with you. But you said: sometimes it’s good to leave some regrets. When I was young, I didn’t know how to love, always liked to throw tantrums, be petty, and have cold wars. But by the time I learn how to love maturely, I’m afraid you won’t be by my side anymore. I really hope that memories are the best filter.
In the days to come, whenever you think of me, I hope you think of the few beautiful memories we have. I know you never thought about our future, but I can’t help but imagine. If I could walk with you, if I could hold your hand and go grocery shopping, take a walk downstairs after dinner, that would probably be the most romantic thing I can think of.
I know not everyone who appears in my life can accompany me to the end. You can’t, or rather, you’re unwilling to accompany me to the end. I don’t blame you.
Memories have no power, but no one can erase them.
Even if you disappear from my life, you’ll always live in my memories. Whenever I miss you, I’ll look for you in my memories. You will always be the way I loved you the most.
Someone once said: too beautiful memories are a shackle, but I say: as long as memories are still there, it’s not truly lost. I used to like to speak harshly, thinking it was cool to be decisive. Now I realize how cruel it is for someone who once loved to never see each other again.
My biggest wish was to walk with you from school uniforms to wedding dresses, but now it seems I can only accompany you this far. In the past four years, we cried, laughed, quarreled, and argued. No matter how fierce our fights, how awkward our disputes, or how far apart we were, you have always been in my heart, never leaving for a moment.
No matter where I am or who is by my side, you are the attachment I can’t let go of. In the days without me, maybe you will be better off than when I was by your side. I still wish you well: I hope you are safe and sound.
On May 20th, you once said to me: In a person’s life, there should be at least one time when they forget themselves for someone else, not seeking results, not seeking possession, not even seeking love, just hoping to meet in the most beautiful years. I also want to give these words to you.
Meeting you in the most beautiful years means I have not let myself down. Thank you for accompanying me through the most beautiful journey of my youth.
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
