I am twenty-two years old and have known him for sixteen years.
Now that I think about it, the people who are closest to him are only those three years of being classmates together.
He sat behind me, and I could only straighten my back and look at the blackboard.
I don't dare to look back, I don't dare to let anyone see that I care about him.
I never took the initiative to talk to him or get closer to him.
Because the first time I saw him, my heart started beating out of my control.
I want to suppress, I want to retreat, I want to escape, I want to maintain my dignity, I cannot lose my composure.
Purpose: Become a better version of yourself