no letter sent

It's summer again. The seventh summer of getting to know you.

The traces left in cyberspace are also like a kind of knotted rope to record events. I just don’t know if you still remember those accounts and words left behind like shedding skin. Who would dig out those fragments of silence and experience them in reverse order, just like diving into the bottom of the sea?

It would be nice to be able to write paper letters. Because after sending it, I no longer see it, and it feels like I am leaving my troubles to others. Actually, I hope to get along well with you. Have you conveyed that?

"Both the trajectory of life and reality are so far away, and my expectations for the future are so different." It's such a feeling that even if you want to use this as a roadmap, it will be useless. That’s why I feel troubled.

Maybe you would say it's a fascination or a fantasy. It is the remoteness that is enough to create such an illusion.

However, doesn’t “feeling” really exist? In my heart.

——That guy who is gentle, cute, special, straightforward, very powerful, charming even if he loses his temper and curses, and has truly influenced the trajectory of my life.