For the perfect you in my heart, I keep trying to enrich myself and make myself perfect, but in the end, the one who is with me is the one who understands my imperfections and tolerates my imperfections and imperfections.
I like you, but I won't say it or let you know, because it may not be you I like; maybe you like me too, but you haven't told me, and I don't know. Maybe we have a crush on each other, but never tell each other our true feelings, so we miss each other and become two parallel lines that are extremely close to intersecting.
Maybe a few years later, you and I meet again, look at each other, smile, nod, and then leave without saying a word. There may already be someone by my side. He/she may be like you, or he/she may be far away from you. And you... Will become a light-colored imprint in my heart, beautiful, but ultimately just beautiful.
No regrets.