Everyone's youth is filled with words, except for my page, which is completely blank about you.
In the summer when I was sixteen, the cicadas were chirping noisily and the sun was scorching hot.
I was sitting by the window in the classroom, and my eyes would inadvertently cross half of the classroom and land on the boy in the white shirt.
He was the most dazzling presence in the crowd. His backlit figure on the basketball court, his name firmly ranked first on the report card, and the way he was surrounded by the crowd joking after class. Every scene was quietly hidden in my heart.
I tried pretending to pass by his class, tried watching him play in the corner of the playground, and tried filling pages and pages of draft paper with my thoughts, but I never dared to let him know.
This love is quiet, restrained, and unknown to anyone, like the summer night wind, which only blows the corners of my clothes.
I accompanied him through the chaos of his entire youth, but I always stood at a safe distance in the name of a friend.
Not a word of love was said, not a single boundary was crossed, and all the turbulent thoughts were turned into silent blank spaces in youth.
After graduation, the crowd dispersed and we walked to different intersections.
The piece of draft paper filled with thoughts, the bouquet of flowers that was not sent out, and the unspoken "I like you" were all left in that summer that would never come back.
Some people say that youth always has a vigorous love.
In my youth, there was only a secret love that no one knew about, and a blank space that could no longer be filled.
Some heartbeats are destined to be secrets from the beginning.
Some likes can only stop at the lips and teeth, hidden by the years, becoming the most gentle and regrettable blank space in youth.
Purpose: Inspiring youth