Everyone has a secret love in their youth, right? Although it was not perfect, the joy and sorrow in it made me grow. I never spoke, never left; when I saw your smile and your kindness, I never stepped forward. After graduation, I looked at you across the far fence, and I discovered that maybe what I felt for you was not love, but a kind of sustenance, a feeling like a camel to straw. I was relieved. May you be well.
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