That summer, he was wearing a white shirt and moved his English answer sheet to the table to show me.
I thought we were just best friends. In order to stop the classmates' jokes, I forced him to admit that he was a sibling. When he really called me sister, my mood became strange.
Later, I had a crush on someone else and received my first letter on the stairs. I lost his WeChat and said hurtful words on the phone. Later I was injured and the doctor said I might never walk normally again - the person I wanted to tell the most at that moment was him.
Later he said he hated me. Later he got a girlfriend. Later, I smiled on the phone and said, "If you like it, just say yes."
In the end, I discovered that the person I liked had always been him.
Concept: Youth is a long reconciliation. Make peace with your own ordinaryness, and also make peace with your own light - it takes courage to admit ordinaryness, and it also takes sobriety to see yourself. Make peace with those who cannot get it, make peace with those who miss the road - not all likes can be fulfilled, and not all regrets are worth making up for. Finally, make peace with the clumsy, cowardly self who pushed away your loved ones. Then you will find that the moment you shake hands with yourself is when you truly grow up.