The first time we met was on a sunny day beside the court. The sunlight made her shadow shallow. I stared at her for a while, then I mustered up the courage to go over to her, put my fingers around the hem of the jersey and asked, "Can we be friends?" The moment she nodded happily, I felt like a piece of candy fell in my heart. In the days that followed, we walked together on the way to school. She would bring me warm milk, and I would help her carry heavy books. I thought she just regarded me as a good friend, so she hid all her love. Now that I think about it, the way she hesitated to speak at that time probably had the same thoughts as me. Later, I saw her falling in the strong wind on a rainy day, and I didn't dare to get close. Later, she was taken away by a sudden serious illness, and I stood in front of the tombstone for a long time. It wasn't until I received the express letter a year later, with the words "I like you," that the two-way silence became the most painful regret in my life.
Intent: I once shared a lot of happiness, but due to hidden love, I and the male protagonist left to study abroad. Posted after the heroine passed away