Before the last moment came, all the good things in the past flashed back in front of my eyes. In music class, you held my hand tightly, secretly drew my eyes, wrote my name in a poem and showed it to me shyly; on the way to school, I told you that I might occasionally need to turn on the "power saving mode" in front of you, but you were so confident that you smiled and said with a conceited attitude, "But when I am with you, I always answer all questions and my mood is high."...
At the class New Year's Day party, two classmates sang on the stage. In the dimly lit classroom, everyone turned on their mobile phone flashlights and waved them in the air. No one paid attention to the corner where the two of us were: you silently leaned on my shoulder, and to the melodious melody of "Always Be Here", you raised your head silently and secretly, and let a reckless kiss fall on my neck.
You have kissed me many times, on the cheek, on the back of the hand, on the tips of the hair, and on the ear, but only this secret kiss on the neck made my noisy heart turbulent and trembling for a long time - it still has not calmed down and cannot calm down to this day.
Oh, we also performed at that New Year's Day party. When the melody of "Night in the Suburbs of Moscow" sounded, and when the song "My sweetheart sat beside me/watched me silently without making a sound", you looked at me, just like you looked at me every moment in your three years of high school life.
From then until now, in the thousands of nights soaked in tears, in my sad dreams, the eyes that drooped down in my eyes were your calm and distant black eyes.
A story of three winters, a story of two cowards, a story with no ending, leaving only the story of absurd old dreams.
This story is purely fictional and does not contain any references to real-life characters or plots. Please feel free to read it.
Mission: Campus friendship