"That boy from back then"

 　　When I first arrived at the army, I frantically called my old classmates and friends. I wanted to call them all the time, even if there was nothing to say. I thought about them every day and wanted to tell them about my life.

　　In my second year, I gradually grew up and slowly learned to shoulder responsibilities and experience loneliness. So, I called less and less. Although I still missed you all, seeing your QQ avatars lit up, I hesitated for a long time before quietly going offline, as if I had never been online at all. I checked everyone's status every day, but I almost never commented because those posts were stories I didn't know, things that had nothing to do with me. Yet, I still checked every day because it gave me some idea of ​​how you were feeling.

　　One day, I was suddenly in a bad mood, flipping through my phone book dozens of times, still hesitating about who to call. In the end, I closed the phone book. It wasn't that I couldn't find anyone to call, but that we were interacting less and less. When I was free, you were busy! When you were busy, I was free. So after missing each other time and time again, I chose silence. I knew that all the joy and sorrow, under the polishing of time, would become colorless and tasteless. Slowly, I got used to not greeting each other, and slowly, we had nothing to say to each other. So, after that focal point, we drifted further and further apart. Despite our desperate attempts to stop it, I finally realized that I was powerless in the face of reality. I thought this was not the outcome we had hoped for, but we were already powerless to fight against the distance, time, and ever-shrinking space.