I have had a crush on someone for three years, and the closest I got to him was sitting a row behind him.
Just one row.
That night during the choir festival, "Chengdu" was being sung on stage. He lowered his head to read the introduction to algorithms. There was a small mole on the back of his neck, hidden on the edge of his collar. I watched him all night as he turned the pages of the book, pushed up his glasses, and his left hand that always hung motionless by his side.
He doesn't know my name. I sent him five sexual messages, but he didn't reply to any of them.
Later he went to Beijing 985 and I went to Changsha Normal University.
But to this day, when I hear "The only thing I can't take away is you", I still think of that October night - he was sitting in the row in front of me, but I had enough for him for three years.
Intention: secret love