I wrote it a long time ago, but I still feel emotionally ups and downs while reading it, and I can't calm down.
A kind of emotion is deep in the bones, and I am afraid that no words can express it.
It seems that everyone had a secret love when they were students, or they liked each other tacitly.
This childishly written story may be your story. Isn't it true that someone also owes you "I understand".
Intention: Brave, confident, cherish the present
