It is not too good to ask for a composition of about 550 words.
In my life, I never thought that one day I would have a familiar stranger. I am also ambivalent, both familiar and unfamiliar. In my life, I never thought: one day, maybe she will become my most familiar stranger. I'm afraid of that. I don't know if I can't accept it or if she can't understand it. I'm afraid, I'm afraid it will become like that one day! Once a sincere playmate and confidant, I think "sharing weal and woe" is us. Yes, I really want to hide the word "once", but I have no choice, because it is a fact. I proudly and surely said, "We are still best friends." We're all pretty sure. However, we can't share joys and sorrows as before. Every side, crawling alone in the city. We met the day she came back. The same face, the place where we once lived, the same roof, the same seat. I suddenly realized that I was afraid that she would ask me a question. It's the kind of question that we know well and can guess each other's thoughts. I used to use my mind confidently. However, at that moment, I couldn't help feeling dejected. Scared by your own thoughts. Now I don't know what she is thinking, what she needs and what I should do. A lot of ignorance reminds me that maybe we have become familiar strangers. When I named this article, I thought for a long time. Is it a familiar stranger? Still a strange and familiar person! Finally, I decided to choose the former. I still habitually think that we are familiar with each other, and I hope it will be even more so in the future. So, in order to emphasize familiarity, I chose the former. If the computer is used to describe us now, it means that she is constantly updating and I am in a static state. Looking at her face before she left, I had a strange feeling, but in my mind, I remembered the past and had a constant call in my heart. It said to me loudly, "That's familiarity, not strangeness, but familiarity." She left, this time for more than a year. Can we stand the washing of years? Half a year's time, this is the result. What about a year later? What will it become? I can say for sure: "We are still best friends when she comes back." I can say for sure that if you don't believe me, you can wait for time to tell us the answer.
It's almost my birthday, 18. I used to fantasize that on my birthday in August, a lot of friends, cakes and beer rolled away, and the room was full of bubbles and laughter. In the eyes of friends, in the flickering candlelight, I silently made my wishes. In this way, in the process of my growth, I once again experienced a brilliant mast. Say goodbye to tomorrow's years in laughter and usher in a new starting point in laughter. She's not with me. I don't plan to spend this year. On that day, I spent an ordinary time at home alone. It means I have to face my future life independently. When I grow up, I will learn to be alone.