The first time I met him was at a crossroads. His clear eyes made me fall in love with him in a second. And this feeling of liking is very subtle, like a sudden breeze in midsummer that suddenly blows into your heart.
I always look forward to meeting him at the corner of the street and watching his clear eyes look into mine. I just happened to see him hit a three-pointer on the playground, and then handsomely raised his arm to wipe the sweat. I always liked him cautiously, until that day, all my little thoughts were exposed in front of him, and then our story unfolded. . . . .