The Person Sitting Next to You

I hid my heartbeat that I looked up to from afar for two years, and the night breeze kept it a secret for me. We rarely interacted with each other, only keeping an eye on him silently where no one else could see him. When I passed by his seat, I quietly straightened his crooked textbook, and the brief breath of closeness was a tenderness that I didn't dare to keep greedily. There was a sudden power outage during evening self-study, and the classroom was noisy. I looked in his direction and whispered the words "I like him" in my heart. I was always aware of the distance between us and never expected a response. But the feelings that had been hidden for a long time were unexpectedly exposed, and the whole class knew about it. He also fully understood my distant secret love. This one-way, unresponsive secret love is full of embarrassment and sourness, but it is difficult to let go.