I have liked classmate Y for six years.
In the second year of junior high school, he was the first in the grade and I was the second in the examination room. I climbed up desperately, trying to get closer to him. But he was with someone else, even if it was only for seven days. We were admitted to the same school again in high school. He was still dazzling and I was still catching up. I mustered up the courage to add him on WeChat, asked him many questions, and after six years of liking him, I finally made an appointment to meet him on my graduation day.
He escaped.
After six years of fighting against the southern wall, I finally hit my head. But along the way, I made myself a better person.
Intention: Write to everyone who has hit the southern wall, to those youths who are trapped by tenderness and filled with regrets, and to myself who has loved it for a long time despite knowing that there is no result.