We Also Loved Each Other

Based on the true memory of a protagonist, this is just a story. —————— In fact, I still haven't figured it out. When we first met in fourth grade, did I get to know each other or did I fall in love at first sight? But in fact, I never felt that kind of amazement and surprise again, as if I had found a treasure that could be mine alone among the crowd. ———— I call her Dream. This word stays in all the details that I recall. I remember that on the day when the fourth grade students were transferred to another class, the whole school playground was in a commotion, and everyone was looking for their old classmates to talk to. She was the only one standing in the corner, looking around quietly, like a plant growing in the corner. Is she looking for someone? I didn't know why I just walked over. I'm not a familiar person. It took me many years to realize that it was love at first sight. ———— This is a story about "hindsight". It took me a long time to understand that when I proudly said "my best friend is in the next class" at the class meeting, what greeted me was not envy, but a gentle distance. It took me a long time to understand that maybe I brought her milk tea, walked her to the platform at night, and wanted to hug her when she broke up - maybe these are not "things a good friend should do." Dreams don't know anything. She just wasn't used to me being too close, didn't like being walked arm in arm, and quietly breathed a sigh of relief when I kept my distance. She did nothing wrong. She just doesn't love me. ———— This story is written for her and myself. I hope that one day when I think of you again, I won't shed tears and not know why. Food guide: 1. Adaptation of real memories, first-person recall perspective 2. About secret love, growth and self-reconciliation 3. There is the regret of hindsight, but there is also the strength to move forward. 4. It's not a cool article, it's not dramatic, it's just a steady stream of misses. Intent: About growth, farewell and self-reconciliation. Some love is not for getting, but for learning how to love yourself.