Youth is a very sensitive word. Some people think it is sweet, some people think it is bitter, some people love it to death, and some people are completely blank.
The word "beginning of love" only belongs to that time. At that time, our favorite topics to talk about were nothing more than who liked whom, who was in love with whom, either pursuing them bravely, or liking them secretly.
I have always envied those who bravely confess. They always say that what is not available is attractive, but in fact, after getting it, they will not regret it.
At that time, we were really innocent and really stupid.
You are so stupid that you think you are loved by someone, but you don't know it, but you are hated by someone, but you are very careless.
Stupid enough to write love letters and give gifts to the person you like.
Being stupid enough to keep a diary ended up being a biography of that person.
He was so stupid that the whole world knew that he had liked him for a long time, but he had no idea at all.