When I was a sophomore in high school, I hid a secret that no one knew - I fell in love with her in the next dormitory. My best friend casually nicknamed her "Orange". From then on, I only preferred citrus fruits in my life. Looking at the oranges at hand, I felt like I was silently guarding this heartbeat that I dared not express aloud. I hid it for two years.
The time we spent together in the dormitory day and night, side by side during class, and silently looking at each other during evening self-study, I hid all my thoughts in my cautious approach, thinking that this was just a one-way crush that was destined to be fruitless. From the young freshman in high school to the sophomore in high school who was about to become an adult, I silently chanted her name countless times in my heart, but I never dared to pierce the window paper, for fear of losing the identity of the people around me.
It wasn't until the night when I came of age that the love I had accumulated for a long time finally came out, and I was shocked to realize that she had never liked me less than I did. The love that went in both directions broke all timidity and worries. We held each other's hands tightly during the most passionate years of youth.
At that time, the college entrance examination was about to take place, so we put away the excitement of our long love as children and turned our love into the motivation to move forward side by side. She accompanied me to overcome difficult problems, and I accompanied her to consolidate knowledge points. I listened attentively in class, worked on questions together late at night, and devoted all my tenderness and determination to this battle that concerns the future. We agreed to go to the ideal distance together, and ultimately live up to each other and our youth. We both stepped into the gate of the university and continued to write our romantic story of Orange and her on the most beautiful seaside campus.
Intention: follow your heart