It was an ordinary morning. He walked into the classroom in the morning light, the sun behind him spreading into a soft, glowing halo.
The instant she looked up, her heart skipped a beat for no reason, as if a light belonging only to him had suddenly shone into her dreary youth.
The furtive glances she stole at him in class, the figure she could pick out at once in a crowd, the feelings hidden in the corner of her draft paper, things she didn’t dare let anyone know.
Without a word, he lit up her unremarkable high school years, tinting the gray days with gentle colors.
Later, the light slowly faded and he disappeared into the crowd. From beginning to end, this love had been nothing more than a storm raging inside her alone.
But looking back, she felt no regret, only warmth.
It turned out that this grand secret crush was itself one of the happiest little things about youth.
