This is a story from more than ten years ago.
It started from the light blue and white plaid shirt in the high school classroom, to the distance of 1,500 kilometers, to the careful likes in the circle of friends, to the two lines that were reconnected because of the same certificate after graduation.
It took the girl many years to understand that it was not the moment she fell in love with someone, but that person had always been there, but it took her too long to dare to admit it.
And what he said the most was: "Don't worry, be happy."
She envied his optimism, but later she saw the scars hidden beneath it. Maybe it was the things he didn't say that made her feel for the first time that he was standing in the shadows - but he chose to smile towards the light.
This is a story about secret love, low self-esteem and timing.
It is also a story about a girl who, after a long time, finally told her "I like you" to her memory.
From the girl's thoughts to the story of the girl growing up alone.
Intention: Secret love is not a one-person chaos. It belongs to two people, and it was a coincidence.
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