In order to get closer to her, I planned for seven years.
From the age of sixteen to twenty-three. From last grade to outstanding graduate. From the kid next door to her who smoked and skipped classes, to the person who stood in front of her and said, "Hello, I am Lin Zhaoxun, the project coordinator."
She doesn't remember me.
It doesn't matter. I have been preparing for seven years, and this day will not be missed.
Later someone asked me why it was osmanthus. I said because I like it. What I didn't say was that the osmanthus tree in her yard seven years ago was the first light in my life.
That light later left. I chased it for seven years.
Now she is sitting across from me, drinking an American without sugar, just like she did seven years ago. She asked me when I started collecting information on the supplementary plan. I said last weekend.
It's actually my junior year.
From the day I knew the academic advisor for this program was her.
No rush. I have been waiting for seven years, and this day is not missing.
This restrained and crazy crush has long since become an addiction that cannot be given up.
Intention: She gave me a little light seven years ago.
Later, that little light grew into an addiction.
Can't quit. I don't want to quit either.