Many times, I followed him and looked at his back.
He could see me just by turning around.
But not once.
High school day.
It was still a dim street light, and I suddenly wanted to look back.
Then I saw,
His figure was a few steps away, just like me, following him quietly and silently for who knows how long.
He paused for a while and slowly walked towards me.
I watched his entire youth from behind.
Looking back, I realized that he had walked a long time for this distance.
A physics teacher once said,
The safe distance between people is 45 centimeters.
Beyond this distance, you will feel uncomfortable.
Now, the distance between me and him is 38 centimeters.
I can hear the uncontrollable heartbeat. Is this discomfort?
But why do I still like it?
At this moment, I really want to put myself at the position of thirty-eight centimeters,
Willingly, day in and day out – crossing the line.
Later, in the name of thirty-eight centimeters, I crossed the line step by step, measuring the distance between me and him every moment.
Intention: I thought it was me who was moved first, but it turns out you have been hiding it for a long time.