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The best of you, the best of me, and the best of us.

 Often, people who

were once inseparable, whether

close friends of the opposite sex,

confidants, or even bickering sisters,

may drift apart due to unpleasant memories

or become strangers for various reasons.

But none of that matters. What

matters is that when you were closest to each other,

you treated each other with your truest hearts and cherished the relationship.

You sincerely accompanied each other on a journey,

creating unique and irreplaceable beautiful memories.

However, we all understand that no one can stay with anyone forever.

We will all eventually leave someone behind or be left behind

, then pick ourselves up and continue our journey

alone, making new friends and companions along the way

, and walking hand in hand on the next leg of the journey.

But I hope

that after experiencing so many long journeys,

after appreciating so many beautiful landscapes, and after meeting

so many new friends and companions, we will still clearly remember the most beautiful memories they gave us, and that they were there for us during our most helpless days. May we not be the kind of people who only see the new and laugh but forget the old and cry. May our most beautiful memories contain the best of me, the best of you, and the best of us.

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