First person | sour
It was raining that year, so I skipped class and rushed to the teaching office on the third floor of high school despite the risk of being called a parent. I was told by her classmates that you were a step too late. Ge Zhong had already left and was probably going abroad with her childhood sweetheart. There was nothing left for me. The scent of jasmine on her coat seemed to still be reverberating in the air.
Ringer and I were also childhood sweethearts, with jealousy burning in our chests.
So later I wanted to tie her up with a chain that was short enough to connect our hearts and bodies closely, and asked her why, whether it was love or hate. I thought that it didn't matter even if Ge finally punched, kicked, kicked, or spoke harshly to me, as long as she was within my reach, I would personally help her pick off the flowers and plants outside.
If the reunion is not for the purpose of giving the other person no chance to leave again, and if going around in circles is not for a better forever, then why do the two people meet again? This was the only thought that came to my mind the moment I finally saw her again, my eyes greedily sucking into her arms.
I remembered her asking me: "Do you think that something is definitely impossible? If you want to say something, just do it. Your heart is more important than anything else."
It has been seven years, and I don't plan to wait any longer, and I am ready to be hated by her forever and never give up. She actually said, thank you for loving me, thank you for falling in love with me at the most beautiful age.
Intention: Where is my place?
