My dear:
After thinking about it for a long time, I still plucked up the courage to write to you. Time always passes inadvertently, when I met you, you were still a 17-year-old girl, lively and cute, that's why I like to call you a little friend.
I should like small round faces, cheeky beeps, the kind that makes people want to pinch. I remember the first time I flipped through your picture in the space, I felt that this girl was a familiar person. You said that you ate fat in high school, and you used to be thin, but who knows if it is doomed, let you eat a little more, face meat a little, wait for me there?
At that time, you were busy with the college entrance examination, and I don't remember clearly how I texted you every day to give you funny, inspirational, or meaty content. I also don't seem to have promised to be your boyfriend when you finish the college entrance examination. Everything began to be incredible, and went naturally.
We happened to talk about the events of that time, and I also have a hazy memory, perhaps, begging you to agree to be my girlfriend, only you will remember, and I, out of intention, the words I said out of tension, have long forgotten.
You said that falling in love with me was actually a misunderstanding, and my self-introduction made you think that I was your predecessor, so I felt that it was also a good thing to get acquainted. I didn't even realize this level at the time, and now that I think about it, it is indeed the young simple girl who is the most "good deception". You say that I am fortunate not a bad person, otherwise I will regret it. Yes, people in that era were simple, and they had no bad thoughts about love.
But whenever I think about those years, I still feel very happy, very warm, very incredible, and very grateful, meeting you a good girl and letting you have a good boy should be an extremely happy and great thing in my life. Lucky love is still a person who cares for us ordinary people, who are longing for love and are not infatuated.
I'm an introvert, and I can't say much about it, but I'm willing to write it down, turn my process of loving you into words, and record it in this vast cyberspace. I hope that when you see it, you can also be like me, warm in your heart, and have some aftertaste.
--Written to the children of love, unfinished, to be continued.