Some people say that secret love is a person's chaos.
The chaos in my memory has the smell of August grass, a sudden heavy rain, and a young man wearing a yellow coat.
I failed to catch the orange balloon he handed out;
I misunderstood his silent look for a while.
Years later, when I no longer need others to give me candy, I will be worthy.
Only then did I finally understand the "sincerity".
Purpose: To use a missed secret love to write about the transformation from sensitive defense to self-acceptance, and finally understand the misunderstood sincerity as you grow up.