[Youth campus + difficult feelings + ending be]
At the age of eighteen, I am still the child with "no parents to care about". My secret crush on him is also the whole reason that supports me through loneliness. Later, he came closer and then moved away, as if nothing had happened. But I am no longer the little girl crying under the covers. On the day I received the admission notice after the college entrance examination, my parents called me and said, "I'm so impressed." I smiled on the other end of the phone - I've been waiting for this sentence for eighteen years, but it doesn't seem so important now.
