Thinking about it now, the dislike I felt at that time was actually just a cover-up.
Adolescent children are always trying to be different.
It was like half the girls in the class liked him, but she did the opposite. It wasn't until many years later that I realized that the bluffing about how much I hated him was actually another way of trying to attract attention.
In any case, she and he were like strangers at first, even after being roommates for two years.
Don't speak unless absolutely necessary, this seems to have become her motto.
Over time, it was as if he and she had established a tacit understanding, and there was rarely even a look in their eyes.
She always showed a depressed expression when she discovered that she had the same preferences as him.
No matter how insincere you say it, it's so annoying. In my heart, I actually felt a little bit happy.
If it weren't for her initial awkwardness, they might have become very compatible friends.
The future is unpredictable.
None of us knows how their lives will eventually intersect.
Life was going round and round, and he actually brought her back to him again. This time, should he be brave and honest?
This is my first time posting, please correct me if I am confused~
I want to write a heart-warming story like this.
I also hope it can give me courage.