She met him when she was very young, and it was not too late to meet him, but she was too young to understand love.
He has always held on to her who was so important in his life, and has never missed or regretted her. However, because she is always there in his life, he can only be a friend who laughs and scolds.
She started to grow and so did he.
A year later, time made the two people who originally talked about everything start to become estranged. They were so estranged that they could only wave and say "hi" when they met, and they were so estranged that when they met by chance on the bus, they could only talk about such innocuous but extremely helpless topics as which teacher in school was bald again.
He became even more dazzling, so dazzling that he was far, far away from the girl.
She began to withdraw from his life sadly. And her life began to be occupied by a brand new boy.
When the young girl finally confided her true feelings, the boy who never hesitated with trembling hands, suppressing the burst of longing, gently typed a few words:
Ah, I have someone I like.
Many years later, the two men, who had long since grown old, were sitting in the courtyard holding hands, watching an iris bloom.
The old lady rested her head on the old grandfather's shoulder and said, "Why did you reject me back then?"
"I didn't reject you. It was my confession to you. It's a pity that you have a low IQ and failed me." The old man laughed so hard that his branches trembled.
"But why don't you tell me?"
The old man stopped talking and just looked at the old woman, remembering a letter he had written when he was young and never sent it.
"I'm just afraid that my youth will pass away and my golden years will be gone. Fortunately, you are here, but I don't want to tie you to my side. You should fly."
How can I know the hatred of youth in the fleeting years? I just hope that you will be there every year.
------If you can't hug, then leave, fly in your sky, and find the person who really deserves you. I just want to look up and see your back.
I will also deceive myself into thinking you are still here.
The boy who liked me so much back then, are you still there?
I like you stupidly, but I have always been there.
Ps Never give up. Even though updates are slow. But I keep writing!