But that was my first love, I loved him, he didn't love me. But I can look at him and remember him. He may have never known that there is a girl in the corner who he has not noticed has liked him for three years. But I don't care.
Maybe first love is like this, it doesn't need a vigorous love, it doesn't need an everlasting promise, it only has a green and sweet love, and a pure, simple and simple goodwill.
When she closes the diary, she can still recall her first love.
She smiled, this was her first love, so simple.