The confession I made that summer was the bravest thing I have ever done in my life, and it was also the most embarrassing moment.
From being blatant to being able to only glance at him secretly from the corner of my eye.
He is the flower of the high mountain, with a vicious mouth and a cold heart. He understands my thoughts all the time, but he has never shown me any tenderness.
The trivial matters of the family were annoying, and the eyes of the people around me were irritating. I held a warm heart and hit the wall full of dust.
He knows my intentions and hates me. This paranoia in youth will ultimately be the end of me alone.
Purpose: Neither secret love nor bright love in youth is the end. Those betrayed hearts, family and interpersonal disputes that I have experienced will eventually become the growth nutrients for my reconciliation, allowing us to learn to get along with ourselves despite regrets.