To you, I don't know how many love letters I have written, how many confessions I have said, in the past four years of college, I have only insisted on one thing, that is, I like you.
Finally, the day of graduation came, this was my last and only chance, I took a thick pile of love letters, stood in the place you often passed, silently and nervously waiting, an hour... Two hours... Until dusk, there was no wait for your appearance. Full of a sense of loss, hesitant to leave, but in the playground far away to see you, holding ... My good friend. I've been thinking about how to fight, thinking that I'm brave enough, persistent enough, and one day I can impress you, it turns out that I was wrong...
Graduation, the love I have been looking forward to has also ended. This time, I have to admit that we can't. Giving up is because you feel powerless to the actual result. I left the school gate with a love letter that had not yet been given to you, a love that could not be sent out and sunk, and that had been exiled in your world.
Banishing love, is it love or one's own heart that is banished? How many people can understand the right and wrong, the choices and struggles. Love, gone, is your heart still there? Do you go with the flow of love, or do you leave the pain behind and taste it alone? What you want to recover is love, or the warmth and laughter that you once remembered. A love is like a world, there is light and darkness, it is too complex, too complicated for too many people to read. Sometimes it is ridiculous, ridiculously ridiculous, but if you think about it, whether this absurdity is this really the world, or whether this world has made so many sentient people absurd, who can say clearly! Therefore, how to recover this love, whether it should be recovered, whether it is worth recovering, can only depend on the real expectations and determination in your heart in this complex world.