He knew she liked orange juice.
He knew she liked to hang her shoulder bag on the left side.
He knew the way she smiled, with curved eyebrows, curved eyes, and curved corners of her mouth, just like the crescent moon on the first day of the new year.
He knew that when she cried, she didn't even sob, she just shed tears silently.
He seemed to know a lot about her.
But the only thing he didn't know was that the guilt he didn't dare to say had turned into another emotion over the years. This article is small and sweet. I would like to write this article as a tribute to youth.
I hope you can find your own shadow here.
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