We were deskmates for two full years, shared half an eraser, countless notes passed under the desk, and endured countless boring evening self-study classes together.
I thought that long-term companionship can always breed a different kind of emotion, so I quietly hid my heartbeat in the pages of books, in the dusk, and in the afterglow of each other's eyes.
I was the only one who pursued this secret love that lasted for several years seriously.
He was the light that illuminated my boyhood, but he would never stop for me.
Later I realized that some deskmates could only stay at the same desk. Some people like it, but they are destined to die in the summer when they are 16 years old.
Purpose: This article uses the time spent at the same table in middle school as the background to write about a silent, humble and fruitless youth secret love. The most regretful thing in youth is never missing out, but that I have accompanied you through all the years as a close friend, hiding my tenderness and preference, but from the beginning to the end I can only be a bystander. The purpose of the story is to express: the heartbeat of youth is pure and paranoid. It does not ask for response or result, but it is enough to consume a person's entire youth. Some likes stop at the same table, and some affection can only rot in secret in time. At the same time, it also exposes the silent harm in youth: rumors and prejudice, cold violence on campus, sensitive young people with low self-esteem, and the self-depletion caused by unequal love. Tell readers that a one-way journey is never romantic, but a long and lonely journey of self-salvation. Regret is also the normal state of youth. Not all sincerity can be seen, and not all preferences can be responded to.