In the second year of junior high school, Ma Luyue sat in front of me on the left side.
She has short hair, bangs, and glasses. Her grades are always among the top five in the class. I like to tease her, give her nicknames, make her angry on purpose, and also like to secretly observe her when she can't see her. I didn't know at that time that some of my favorite things would start from a desk and continue quietly for many years.
We have missed each other before, but this time, I want to be with her and finish the late ones later.
Purpose: The love when you are young may be clumsy and hesitant, and may also leave regrets due to distance, inferiority and silence. But truly mature love is not to decide what is best for the other person, but to be honest about your own fears, respect each other's choices, and share the future after reunion.
