I thought
The so-called "like" in elementary school was just like playing house.
It's just out of curiosity about the opposite sex and the pursuit of beautiful things. That can only be called a "good impression" at best.
But I never thought that it was this so-called "like" and so-called "good impression" that made me think about him day and night for many years. I miss him and that time.
First time writing, real story. It is a personal experience from the past, a heavy love that has been pressed in my heart for many years.
This article is a recollection of love. The memory started in the fifth grade of elementary school [It was a boarding elementary school. PS: Don't say that I matured and fell in love prematurely. My little case is far inferior to the children of today]
Feel free to mention anything inappropriate in my writing, but if you want to comment on personal feelings, I hope you will be more respectful and gentle. Newcomers can't help but be scared!