She liked him for three years.
I get up early every day to pick out clothes, walk along the edge of the flower bed after school, catch up and say "Hey, what a coincidence".
Later I found out that it was not a coincidence. It was he who slowed down the car and waited for her for three years, and it was the entire distance of youth between them.
She thought it was her one-man show.
Later I found out that there was a person sitting in the audience. He just couldn't applaud.
Have you ever fallen in love with someone when you were seventeen or eighteen?
This story is written for us at that age.
Intention: If you like it, you just like it, no results are needed to prove it.