He Doesn't Know

Summer, soda, basketball. A boy, a report card, an arm around his shoulders. The day I discovered that I liked Chen Xu, I bought a new notebook and decided to write a diary. What should I write about? I should write about the people I like and myself. I like to recount this little thing—— The spring breeze knows it, Qiu Yu knows it, and the sycamore tree next to the classroom that witnessed my countless fantasized confessions also knows it. Only he doesn't know, and he will never know. —Because I like you. —I want to be a very good person. Demining: 1. First person, a girl's secret love story. 2. I want to write a sparkling adolescent story. Intention: People should always love themselves the most.