I wonder if there will be a love like this in your youth: She is your deskmate, right next to you, unknown. You often laugh at her timidity, her ignorance, and her rusticity, but you don't know that your occasional compliment will make her miss you forever. She spent her entire youth loving you, and she never got close, just to miss you more. She hopes to be noticed by you, so she strives to bloom herself, but she is so stupid that she doesn't know that love at a young age is so short-lived. Maybe you don't even know when you fell in love with this silly girl, but you don't want to be blocked by the torrent of time. Until you grow up, with thousands of rivers and mountains, and vicissitudes of life, everyone can only ask lightly: "How have you been recently?" And that love will become a fossil, buried in the dust of time, and become a little secret that only you and I know.
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