Like is a moment. The first time I saw you, I stopped, bang, bang, the echo of my heartbeat at that moment and at this moment. I hope you can also look back at me in the sea of people——
Surprise, freshness, realness, shame, uncontrollability, and then the shame of the long wait.
This is a story about secret love. Like all campus stories about the beginning of love, it begins in the hot summer.
The girl walked alone through the autumn and winter of ten years. Two parallel life trajectories occasionally intersected and then missed each other again. Sometimes the boy leaves first, sometimes the girl turns around stubbornly. It wasn't until the spring of the eleventh year that she met him again.
"Qingqing Zijin, my heart is leisurely"
The orange sunset glows gently, meandering and wantonly falling on the endless blue sky. The girl sat by the window and opened the yellowed diary, thinking about the green mountaintops, the library in autumn, the sparkling seaside, the unexpected meteor shower, and the distant Africa that she had never been to. But I dare not admit that I am thinking about the person who appears in these fragments.
The night was approaching and the dust was clear. The boy knocked on the girl's window and said with a smile: "The moon told me that you were waiting for me, so I came."
The introverted moon, hanging low, quietly approached the eaves, little by little.
[Psychotherapist and bookstore owner x bionic science and engineering designer]
Concept: Like can be divided into priorities, right and wrong, and shades; but love should be equal and complete.