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What will be unforgettable is no longer the past but the future.

    What will be unforgettable is no longer the past, but the future.

    I truly want to have a very long and unforgettable relationship, weathering the so-called three-year itch and seven-year itch, and then getting married. I can watch him grow from wearing basketball jerseys and sportswear to wearing suits and bow ties. He can always be by my side, watching me grow from long hair and sneakers to waist-length hair and high heels. Time can witness our journey from playing around on campus to having our own home. We can wear matching outfits and shoes, watch movies together, and eat breakfast together. If he's unhappy, I can suddenly give him a big hug from behind or make funny faces to cheer him up and make him laugh. If his shoelaces come undone, I can tie them for him without caring what others think, and I can give him little surprises from time to time. If he's drunk, I can rush to his side to take care of him immediately. I will do my best to give him the warmest embraces, while also properly managing all my own bad emotions. I can become obedient and stable because of him, and I will listen to him very much. When crossing the street, I'll hold him tightly. He won't prioritize his games over me, and he won't allow me to eat instant noodles for a week. He can protect me, and I can cherish him. He won't get angry at me easily, nor will he hit or scold me. When we're together, we can be completely carefree and show each other our most authentic selves. Honestly, I've always admired my friends. Some of them have been with their partners for four or five years and are still deeply in love. I wonder what kind of trust and habit that is, what kind of understanding and tolerance it takes to help them stay together all this time. I so wish I had someone like that by my side to accompany me through every season. I admit that such a lover is someone I've always wanted but never had, and I admit that I've missed out on many people. But perhaps because I'm getting older, I'm becoming more and more appreciative of the people in front of me. So if I could find someone like that who is willing to love me, cherish me, and tolerate me, I would hold on tightly no matter how much it hurts. Really.


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