Trajectory

What is the picture that moves my heart? Maybe it was the first time we met at the beginning of school; maybe it was that ordinary afternoon when she was sitting on the floor with her head tilted to tidy up the cabinets, and I looked after her so favorably that when I looked up, I only saw her infinite beauty; maybe it was the embarrassment of not daring to look directly at her after meeting her countless times; maybe it was the eagerness in my heart that finally coincided with my own intention, and the faint fragrance of her shampoo drifting in the wind... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.