On a calm afternoon, I sat by the window, holding my chin. It was raining lightly outside the window.
Inexplicable sadness came like a tide. I thought of my three years of high school and recalled my youth.
Someone was calmly reading a book beside me. I asked him: "Why did you see me in the crowd at that time? We are not in the same class and have no classmates who know each other. We should be parallel lines that will never intersect."
He was reading a book and raised his head. He was a little surprised that I asked a question that was so old, and he was stunned. After a while, he replied unhurriedly: "Because you were the only one among the crowd who gave me a strange feeling that made me want to touch you. Even if you are a stranger, I feel heartbroken."
"What does it feel like?" I asked curiously.
"A restrained sadness.
Intention: Love is in the present