It's already very hot in Xiamen in April, and I can't tell at what second I started to see only him.
That was a few years ago, before I learned to forget.
He always wears all black, and his right hand is holding the backrest of the seat in front of me. That hand is dazzlingly white. Me, even the sneak shots of his back were blurry, but I remember every detail of that year clearly.
Later, I found out his zodiac sign, what time he studied, cooked, and practiced piano. I also found out that he was the lead guitarist of a band. I also found out that he had a girlfriend.
Some people don't necessarily have to have it. The half year since he appeared was like a beam of light shining into my life, making me lift my head out of the mud and want to become a better version of myself.
When I met you, the sun was just right, the breeze was not dry, and the years were quiet.
Intent: This is a story about secret love and growth. It tells how a person learns to see himself clearly and help the other person in the process of liking someone, and finally turns the one-way throbbing into the power of light. I hope that everyone who has ever cautiously liked others can become a better version of themselves after feeling relieved.