I couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, so I got up and scrolled through the space. To be honest, sometimes I really hate this perverted function of Tencent. Whenever I play games, it will always show up "mutual friends" on time. When my fingertips touch your avatar, tears finally fall.
Wenbei, I thought I could completely forget you and hug you without hesitation just like I did three years ago. But whenever I come into contact with any romance magazines, ambiguous talk, or love movies, your face always comes to my mind. Perhaps at the age of 19, you were the first to teach me to see the heart-wrenching word "love" in a positive way.
Night is always boring and boring. Just like this bustling city, we walk in the city and look at the tall buildings being built day by day. The innocence of our student days is gradually buried and rotten. I don't know why, but when I look at your photos, I always remember the past. Just like many years ago, I liked to walk by you in a beautiful dress, but you turned a blind eye, but I have a sense of accomplishment. Wenbei, you see, every transformation I undergo is because of you.
None of my friends know why I like you. I know nothing about your family background, life, or parents, but I just like you, maybe because of your beautiful face, maybe because of your enviable grades. Human beings are perfectionists, and I fell in love with you from the first moment I saw you.
It was an overwhelming feeling, a pounding heart palpitations. But I know you don't like me, just like every white swan hates the ugly duckling around him.
You said, "Loving someone is a feeling, but I'm sorry, I don't have feelings for you." ]
You said, "You see so many couples walking together on the street. Some are tall, some are short, some are fat, some are thin. They all walk together because of their feelings." ]
So I know that you have no feelings for me, so no matter how hard I try, no matter how good I am, no matter how diligent I am, you will not like me because you have no feelings for me.
I turned to your space and naturally wanted to know how you have been in the past three years after graduation. I felt very sad when I saw the ambiguous conversation between you and a girl on the message board. I once said to my friends with a smile: If one day I find out that the boy I have had a crush on for three years has a girlfriend and loves her more deeply than I love him, I will definitely feel more uncomfortable than death.
Life is worse than death!
From now on, you can run all over the streets for her just to buy a cup of milk tea; you can protect her from the wind and rain, take off your coat and put it on her when the wind is cold; you can go shopping with her, carrying bags of all sizes.
You can even put your arms around her and announce to everyone that she is your girlfriend.
In comparison, my existence is so small and powerless.
I once dated a boyfriend in Mianyang. He can do these things, but his love is not pure. He will not love you as crazy and obsessed as I do. One time I was drunk and lying on the sofa in a KTV. He came over and wanted to help me up, but he saw my face full of tears and my mouth was screaming your name.
Wenbei, Wenbei, I have been pursuing an answer for three years. You said you have no feelings for me, but can't feelings be cultivated slowly? I can do anything for you no matter what, but why don't you give me a chance?
When I went to school in Chengdu, our schools were only separated by a wall. How many times have I wanted to climb over the wall to find you, but I was afraid of your indifferent eyes, your disappointed look, and your angry expression. I have vowed not to disturb your life anymore, but I still can't let you go, otherwise I wouldn't have been insomnia over and over again at night, and my pillow would be wet with tears when I woke up.
Three years and three years, Chengdu's subway changed its route several times, Mianyang snowed several times, pigeons flew several times in People's Park, and I listened to your favorite songs many times.
During these three years.
The internship is full,
I have completed several novels and written countless short stories.
The male protagonist still has your shadow.
I never thought about not loving you.
The insomnia is still there.
I still... Miss you.
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