In the winter when I was sixteen, a boy handed me two orange-flavored lollipops.
"Apologise for my brother," he said.
I fell in love with him without even knowing his name.
Not because he was number one in grade, not because he was good-looking, but because the way he smiled was exactly the same as my father who left when I was six years old.
From then on, there were only two things left in my world: trying my best to catch up with him, and not saying that I liked him even to death.
I rushed from the bottom to the top twenty, from a little transparent person who didn't dare to give him a look, to "that person" who can stand on the same red list as him.
I used my trumpet to secretly follow him, pretending to be a stranger.
I saved those two candies for ten years and couldn't bear to eat them.
I wrote an anonymous letter and stuffed it into his schoolbag, and then ran faster than anyone else.
I thought this secret love was just my one-man show from beginning to end.
I pray every day——
Never let me know that he likes me too.
Because if I knew, I would cry.
An orange-flavored secret, hidden for ten years.
One of them refused to say anything, and the other pretended not to know.
When all the clues pointed to the same answer, she finally understood——
The biggest fear is not that he doesn't like you.
What scares you most is that, like you, he has been a coward for ten years.
