I return in my dreams to high school, writing down the memories of my youth, stroke by stroke.
Perhaps one day, we will gradually forget, and our memories will grow blurry and fragmented.
Perhaps I was never a particularly gifted writer, lacking both delicate emotions and detailed descriptions.
Perhaps many people will disagree with the idea that love can grow over time, or with the choice not to confess one's feelings first.
Perhaps few people know that the environment within a school can change a person's outlook, whether on studies, career, or relationships.
But this is precisely the real me, my most genuine experience of love, and the most authentic picture of high school life.
Everyone has feelings of their own. Some choose to confess, while others choose to suppress their emotions.
And I belong to the latter.
Being able to write down your own experiences is a victory. You can't expect too much. Many times, you forget the details of the past and can only restore them through technology. Three years of high school passed by in the blink of an eye. There are two things I would like to leave behind in this book. One is hidden emotions and campus life, and the other is the intrigue among teachers. These are the things that impressed the author the most, especially the latter, which may be messy or repeated frequently, but these changed the entire high school life. Maybe the front is dull because it is a precursor to a storm.