In my sophomore year of high school, this bastard signed me up without permission.
When the list was read out in front of the whole class, he lowered his head and turned his pen, unable to hold his mouth shut.
I ignored him.
But from that day on, wherever I was, he was there.
He always lets me know when I hide from him.
"You're here."
In my senior year of high school, the ace borrowed five yuan from me at the canteen.
He asked around for the five dollars and made a special trip to find where I lived.
The money I paid back was flat.
I didn't think much about it.
But from that day on, he always appeared where I expected him to.
He always lets me know when I'm panicking.
"I'm here."
One talks about love but can't bear it, the other loves it all but can't admit it.
Twenty years later, I was writing them down in the yard, holding ginger tea poured by my husband.
No trial required.
Those with no results also count.
Intention: Learn to get closer, and also learn to say goodbye when there is no answer
