Shortly after graduating from university, a classmate came to me to chat and suddenly talked about his life after graduation, and then spoke highly of my behavior in college, affirming my courage and vision.

There is no doubt that I am happy in my heart, and I have always felt that I am right, and at this age I can see clearly what I should see, and I no longer struggle indifferently, and there may be some deviant behavior, but I still persevere.

When I was young, the desire and pursuit of love was an eternal topic, both men and women.

That classmate loved, loved deeply, but was abandoned, and then he loved again, I don't know if he loved deeply, but in the end he abandoned someone else. This is his story, so simple that it is like talking, and it is going in and out of the left ear.

And my story may be a little more complicated, I loved, I loved deeply, but I was abandoned, and then I never loved again. As for why it's complicated, it's because I love someone who is not accepted by the public, and I fall in love with a person of the same sex.

At this age, in this era, there was a lot of controversy, and I grew up struggling left and right, and finally chose to love deeply, both men and women. I had courage, they knew everything about me, and my classmates knew it, and they had different reactions, and they couldn't believe it, some ridiculed and alienated, some pretended not to care, and so on.

The student's reaction was very real, he was a little curious about it, but he couldn't accept it, driven by curiosity, he asked me some questions, and finally gave up. He and I had an argument over this issue and ignored each other, but then it was nothing.

As for what he said to me after two loves, I agree with it a little, but I don't completely agree. He has his ideas, I can't guess and I don't bother to guess.

Sometimes, I feel that I don't have the courage to declare war on the world, against tradition, but that I am so timid that I choose to run away.

However, I am still very happy with the appreciation and recognition of that classmate, and I am quietly changing him, because my existence is enough to make another person feel that I am right.

For saying, I have seen this era clearly, at this age, what should be seen clearly, purely hanging on myself, I haven't seen anything clearly, I don't know much, some of the ideas are naïve and not as good as five-year-old children, how dare they boast of seeing the world clearly.

Regarding the love and love of young people, many people elaborate, many people experience, what I say and do, it is meaningless.

And my love, which has already been experienced, is beautiful and painful.