The second woman I love deeply in my life, I like but dare not say, long for but cannot get.
She is like the graceful lotus with no vines or branches, which can only be viewed from a distance, not played with, left behind in the world and independent.
When we first met, I was deeply attracted by her uniqueness. Fate arranged ingeniously that we were at the same table for three years.
I changed my usual indifferent attitude and pretended to be an arrogant and proud young man, just to let her notice me and my excellence in a decent way.
However, apart from her headache and helpless cold eyes, I still had nothing.
I tried my best to surpass the person she liked, in appearance, height, grades... One day I stood on the top of the mountain, but I still lost to her disdain.
Some people are irreplaceable. The lively eighteen or nineteen-year-olds and bustling youth could not fill the emptiness she gave me.
I have to be brave, take off my disguise and approach her, letting her see the truest and simplest version of me.
A clear and gentle person who put aside family pain and other people's gossip told her how much that boy loved her and would never forget her.