If love is a celebration for two, then a secret crush is a solo performance.
A never-ending secret crush began in the awkward, innocent years of my teens. Sunlight outlined his figure as he smiled at me against the light. His smile made the bitter winter feel warm as spring, and the desolate autumn feel like midsummer. In those unbearably dark years, he entered my life with that sun-bright smile and threw all my carefully laid plans into disarray.
The boy I had a crush on was named Yuan Zixu.
I thought this crush would become a thing of the past, like most schoolday crushes. But fate brought us together again. He was still dazzling, the setting sun tracing the sharp lines of his face, and I fell for him all over again.
