What does it feel like to have a crush?
It's you at the other end of the corridor, and I'm at this end of the corridor. There are thirty-seven steps in between, and a "hello" that can never be said.
You write the questions on the blackboard, and I trace your strokes on the seat. Chalk dust falls on your sleeves, and my eyes fall into the dust.
I wrote a whole diary, and every page is about you. Later the diary was lost, and I thought those thoughts would never be known to anyone.
Until many years later, I found a note in an old book.
There is his handwriting on it, with my name written on it, and a line of small words——
"Look at her for the 141st time. She still hasn't noticed."
It turns out that Shakespeare wrote one hundred and fifty-four sonnets. The number of times he saw me was only thirteen times enough to fill a book of poems.
But the last line of a sonnet is always a farewell.
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The day he looked at me for the 154th time, he transferred to another school.
The closest distance between us was the second he wrote my name.
Concept: Some confessions do not require sound. He looked at her one hundred and fifty-four times, and each time was a poem of silence.