A Story Told to the Wind

From the name, I guessed it was be, but after reading a little bit, I became curious about the ending, so I watched the ending directly. No matter how it is written, I don't dare to continue reading it now. It's not that I can't accept their be, but I think about myself. The senior year of high school is the time to study hard. It's been almost two years since I fell in love with someone who never knew me. He is in the top three in the school, but I can't even get an undergraduate degree. I study hard for him, but the gap is still so far. Because of the gap, I am just a coward. , I know that there is no benefit in being too obsessed with things and people that have no results. I first tried to forget, and then I tried to make it a goal. Now he seems to have someone he likes or a girlfriend. (What a coincidence, I met yesterday, he and a girl, his class A and my class B are two buildings away.) At that moment, I felt angina pectoris. The third year of high school is about to end. I hope I can really let him go. When I let go, I will come back to see him. Finally, I want to say to the author: You are much luckier than me. At least you know him, have spoken to him, and the most important thing is to have contact with him. But I have nothing, and I don't even dare to express my love.

Very well written

Looks good! ! Big cheers for the author!