Let the past stay in the past. I'm sorry; if I lost you, then it's truly gone forever; I accept it.
Thinking back to my closest companion in middle school. In the photo at the back of our classroom, she wore large black-rimmed glasses, and I was licking a lollipop; we were laughing so brightly.
No matter how difficult things get, once they are over, they are over. We must pick ourselves up and move forward. May we walk through half of life and still remain as youthful as ever.
I have never forgotten the past; I have simply buried it under the moonlight outside my window. When the night rises, those memories come rushing back.
I know that lately, we have all been feeling the same way—a feeling something akin to love.
Happiness is an endless yet unreachable distance. There is a kind of companionship that, even without meeting in this life, is never forgotten.
Either endure it or break through it; the rest of the time is spent in silence regarding all you have experienced. One day, you will find your path and your answers within that silence.
These days, I prefer to act as if nothing matters, simply because I don't want to make a mess of myself again. Only by being carefree can one live without exhaustion.
After being together for a long time, even if love fades, people often choose to stay together.
I don't need complex plots; I only want to be certain that you are part of my story.