Throughout our senior year, we were so close.
The tablemates who were so close together looked at each other day and night, could not hide their gazes, were cautiously gentle, and had a tacit preference.
Yet so far apart.
So far away that I never had a word of love, so far away that after graduation and waving, we have been strangers for life.
That midsummer, all the unspoken heartbeats,
Everything stops with classmates.
Purpose: To depict the youthful and pure thoughts of high school teenagers and girls, to write about the restrained heartbeats and regrets of youth, to understand the unspoken encounters and separations in youth, and to cherish every brief encounter during the growth process.