In the third year of junior high school, she and I were in the same class. She is the always quiet figure in the row by the window, and she is the name always ranked in front of me during exams. I was used to looking quietly in her direction every time after answering a question, catching the hint of a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.
I thought things would go on like this until the summer after graduation, when we were admitted to different high schools. The new school is very big, but there is no one like her who makes me feel at ease just by sitting quietly.
I set out on an expedition that no one knew existed. I will remember the time when she gets out of school and calculate the bus schedule, just to create a seemingly accidental encounter at the door of her class.
He smiled and said, "Long time no see."
I walked a few bus stops away for three whole years. I thought that as long as I persisted enough, I would eventually get into her heart. Until that summer when I took the national college entrance examination, I saw a boy wearing her high school uniform, walking side by side with her naturally, and she looked up and smiled at him - it was a brilliant smile that I had never seen before. (It turned out to be just a misunderstanding) But what is the identity of the secret admirer? Let's talk about the misunderstanding.
It was so cold that summer, colder than all the dusk I had waited for.
It wasn't until I went to college that I had a chance to make contact again. I was filled with emotions and wrote it down as an essay.
Purpose: Cherish the present, thousands of chat records are not worth the same admission notice