Do not know why, in this muggy June thought of you, there is no reason, is so inadvertently. Always want to write a paragraph about you, but when the hand ticks down the words that have been told for a long time on the keyboard, but quickly press the delete key. I thought that after such a long time, everything has been diluted by time, but when I look back, the past is still fresh in my mind. At that time, we were as white as daisies.
June sun, always so violent, dazzling light stabbed eyes ache, also like you, always stabbed me tears, but I still refused to bow my head, such as sunflower-like persistence, silent love.
When I first met you, it was when you just transferred to our class. It was the first time I met you, but there was an inexplicable sense of intimacy in my heart. Maybe we knew each other earlier, because I had a strong feeling that I had seen you somewhere, but I couldn't remember it. No matter how I think about it, it is a barren memory. Maybe I think too much. I don't know if it's lucky or unfortunate, but the teacher arranged for you to sit with me. At that time, I laughed behind my back for a long time, wondering whether this was the beginning of a bloody plot. Well, I admit, I really thought too much at that time, in fact, because I was the only one sitting in the whole class.
In this way, later, we became good friends who talked about everything. I like your smile, innocent, in my heart has already become a daisy-like pure white. We walk through the streets hand in hand together, and we always like to fight when class is over. When we encounter a problem that we don't understand, we like to solve it anyway. We ran on the grass together, skipped class together to see my favorite new movie, volunteered together, went to the arcade to play games together in that small town, it seemed that we were happy in every corner. However, the happy time is always short, not forever.
Is it true that every encounter must be the arrangement of fate? every encounter always has some stories, and when I look back on it in my old age, I have been young.
You are a good boy, it is a pity that we are not the same kind of people, so, since we are not the same kind of people, even if there is an intersection, there will not be much story to happen. Fate is like this, there are always some exceptions, but I did not expect that we are such an exception. However, since it is an exception, we can start well, why is there not a happy ending?
Sometimes, I wonder, what would my life be like if I hadn't met you? Will it be early to get married and have children, plain and light, there has been no trace of calm. That once lost you, will still remember, in that most beautiful years, you were my most prosperous footnote, is the person I once loved deeply.
Over the years, I have been working hard, the hard-working people themselves become excellent, excellent enough to match you one day, but no matter how hard I try, I feel that I can't keep up with you. Even if we catch up, what will happen? Our lives have long been doomed not to have a happy ending.
I know that during the time when I left without saying goodbye, you came to me like crazy, but I deleted all my contact information and cut off contact with all my friends. This is the world, sometimes I really feel quite small, so small that I can meet you as soon as I turn around, but it is so big that no matter how you find a familiar figure, you can't find it.
During the period of leaving, I thought about going back, but I thought of your mother, that beautiful woman, and her smiling but fierce eyes, and I couldn't forget that she proudly told me that she wanted me to leave you, no matter what the conditions. The day I saw your mother, I didn't say anything, so I turned and left. Perhaps, we are not from the same world, so it is impossible to walk together anyway, you also have the perfect life road designed by your family, and I am just an ordinary person. Ordinary people who can't be easily recognized when walking in a crowd. Therefore, I do not hope and do not expect you to stop for me.
In fact, some things, I do not understand, but I do not want to destroy the beautiful lies I have established for a long time, over time, to you, it has become a habitual dependence, silent love. I think it's the same with you, but we didn't break this beautiful love. Therefore, I have been reluctant to leave, but also reluctant to forget the memories with you.
Perhaps, our fate is like a bloody youth novel, recording the plot of the story in black and white, and then we are just repeating the reincarnation of the story, no matter how hard we try to change the end of the story, maybe it's because we're too young.
In everyone's youth, we have foolishly loved a person, the love at that time, such as daisy-like pure white beautiful, no impurities. Even if I know that there is no happy ending, I am still willing to be a moth to the fire.
Thank you for accompanying me through that period of youth, and thank you for giving me love as white as daisies. In that period of time with you, bright or sad, at least it will be my best years and best memories.
Today, I just want to stop and recall the days related to you. I loved and hurt. But now, I also began to slowly learn to let go, in that the most beautiful love, I also began to come out, will not be as persistent as always. Because time has already begun to dilute everything, even my lover of that year, I have been indifferent. If one day, we can meet again on the corner of the street, I will smile and say to you: dear youth, you must remember happiness!
Author: black dandelion
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