I'm glad you came, and I have no regrets about your departure.

 　　Yes , from

　　September 1, 2014

　　to August 2, 2018, a total of 1432 days.

　　The phrase "People change" encapsulates our entire story.

　　Time is truly a powerful thing; it can relentlessly dilute everything. What we desperately wanted before, we later realized we

　　didn't really need anymore. It's hard to say, hard to explain

　　. We've been through so much—breakups and reconciliations—we can't

　　say it all, we can't even remember it all.

　　Perhaps the best way to let go is to never start over.

　　Time remains merciless;

　　the apologies we owe have become things we can't repay. The

　　unspoken "It's okay" has become "too late. 　　"

　　If longing had a sound, you would find me noisy. Outwardly calm, inwardly in turmoil

　　… 　　Yes 　　, we both gained and lost. We grew 　　increasingly silent, increasingly unwilling to speak— 　　yes, we both... Each 　　with our own makeup, our own feelings, our own intentions— 　　yes, we both pretended to be invulnerable, yet we weren't prepared to be pierced by a thousand arrows. 　　I want to say: "We've been together for so long, yet you think I'm that kind of person?" 　　I want to say: "The word 'distrust' will destroy everything." 　　I want to say: No matter how estranged we become in the end, the kindness I showed you was genuine, without any calculated "cleverness." Regardless of whether you suspected it or heard it... 　　Sometimes, if you destroy something important just because you heard something, what's the point of keeping the other person around? 　　Why can't you use your own eyes to see "us"? 　　The word "distrust" will destroy everything. 　　Isn't that what happened to us? 　　... 　　They say people leave only after accumulating enough disappointment; 　　I think it's because the other person has lost trust in you. 　　So, we both left 　　— 　　you know that? 　　In this relationship I cherish, I have a clear conscience. 　　Countless times, I 　　've wondered what you suspected me of. I've wondered why 　　you abandoned me so completely based on such one-sided words. I've wondered why you trusted others from beginning to end, while so readily suspecting me　　 … … … Yes, at this moment, there's no lingering emotion like before. There's no more agonizing back and forth, no more agonizing over what to say in an attempt to salvage something . It's all in the past… Many relationships aren't better because the old ones are better, nor are the new ones better. It's because after experiencing things together, you can genuinely say that the other person is wonderful. # … Happy 18th birthday, 'Silly Girl'… 　　 For the rest of your life, take your time. Let's just remain in each other's contact lists, as the most familiar strangers! 　　Yes, through almost four years of on-and-off relationships 　　, we didn't delete each other, didn't block each other, didn't contact each other. Unconsciously, we both put each other on silent . Yes, my deepest wish for this relationship was that we both celebrated our eighteenth birthdays, that we would give each other dresses and high heels… Yes, you forgot mine… I didn't have the right to give you mine either… I don't know how long it's been, and I've even lost that right … Now that you're eighteen, I still remember many things, but where did we go in our story? Life is half memories, half moving forward . Back then, whether I no longer wanted to follow you, or you forgot to wait for me, and regardless of who left first in whose world, it doesn't matter anymore … As a familiar stranger, I, Hanpo, wish that in the years after I turned eighteen, you will always be where I can see you, blessed by me with sincerity, with silence, with the passing years… May you choose your friends wisely, 　　　　 choose your companions 　　　　 wisely, and choose your partner wisely . Even people can be counterfeit… May you, after weathering countless storms, return still a youth at heart. I'll travel far and wide for you, and wait for you… 　　May you be courageous and upright throughout your life, overcoming all obstacles, and ultimately living the life you desire… 　　—Random thoughts, nothing particularly noteworthy Finally, I want to conclude with a monologue— Once, many, many people envied our relationship. Back then, I didn't want to glorify friendship, because I firmly believed that in our old age, we would still laugh together, watching the world unfold... Each handwritten letter was a unique expression of our bond We wrote for an entire spring, summer, autumn, and winter Cold wars were our daily routine And sneaking into each other's beds late at night, to share sweet nothings ... Our unspoken understanding was like walking on a track, even our footprints could overlap... Yes, now it 's all in the past. Well, since that's the case, my dear, I sincerely hope that after you turn eighteen, you'll have a best friend by your side who's there to cry with you, laugh with you, and experience everything life throws your way. 　　May she be there to share your gossip and complaints, to listen to your stories, and to reach you with just a phone call when you're troubled 　　. May you face life's ups and downs together, that she'll wholeheartedly applaud your successes, that she'll feel even more sorry for you than you feel for yourself when you 're down, and that she'll cry her heart out when you're sad, looking even more aggrieved than you are… You're eighteen now; from now on it will be graduation… weddings… your baby's one-month celebration… and even your funeral many years from now.

May all of this, and may she never be absent…

These were once my most cherished plans,

and now, I beg you to tell her for me…

You know what?

In the future, I want to find someone like you, someone who

can instantly understand my unspoken words.

The only difference is that even

after suspicion, there is still trust…

After all, in the face of friendship, there is no betrayal against one's conscience,

　　　　　　 no calculating cleverness.

Finally—

my dear, I hope you remember:

If things don't go as planned, please believe there's another arrangement.

Love yourself well.

Take care of your brown hair,

your picky stomach, and your smiling tiger teeth.

Take every breakfast seriously.

　　　　　　Every night's sleep

　　　　　　 … Everything… Everything…

　　Life is more than just the present hardships;

there's also poetry and distant fields. When you're tired,

　　　　 buy

a one-way ticket and go see

the world. Travel more.

At eighteen, there are many things you want to know, all in the distance…

　　 Hey, dear…

These 1432 days, thank you for coming, and for leaving.

　　 Hey, my dear,

you're eighteen now, it's time to plan your first travel destination.

　　 Go for it!

　　 Happy Birthday!

We both left our wounds on each other, and gifted maturity to others.

　　 For the rest of your life, take good care of yourself…

　　 Perhaps,

one day we'll “get to know” each other again. The