Shi Wan's deskmate said thank you.
He talks a lot, secretly telling her little things in class, and even smiling at her when the teacher calls him on. An orange marker was handed to her casually and she carefully put it into the innermost layer of the pen bag.
There are many girls who like him - some have the best grades and some are the prettiest. And she was the most inconspicuous one, sitting quietly on his left, listening to him chatting animatedly with everyone around her, feeling depressed.
She was being isolated during that time. What I once thought were good friends suddenly turned into cold faces and whispers. She didn't know what she had done wrong. She only knew that no one talked to her during recess and no one wanted to be in the same group as her in physical education class.
One day, Xie Ci suddenly turned his head and lowered his voice and said, "They seem to be trying to trouble you, so be careful." After a pause, he added, "I told you this secretly, don't tell them."
That was probably the only word that came to her hands during those dark days.
I want to let him go, but I can't. I continue to like you, but I don't dare to get close.
Later, she changed seats, and the distance was far away, but there was still a lot of excitement around him, so she slowly exited his chat list.
On graduation day, he finally heard about her three-year secret. He was stunned for a moment, as if he wanted to say something, but she had already turned around and left.
I still remember the color of that marker, but I seem to have forgotten the feeling of liking him. Shi Wan has forgotten the day when she started to like him.
It turns out that the end of a secret love is not to get a response, but to let yourself go.
Maybe we shouldn't get to know each other, after all, it's too tiring to like you.
Intention: Let yourself go