You and Me in the Diary

Me too, I once had a very good classmate. She and I were in the same dormitory. They both slept on the upper bunk, and the beds were next to each other. She would come and sit on my bed for a while before the bell rang every day, but it was only for the two minutes before the bell rang. I could hardly tell whether it was friendship or love. I was looking forward to her talking to me. It would be sad to see her chatting with others. She has a very cheerful personality and can play with many people, but there are only four or five who are really good. She said I am one of them, and I am very happy. When we adjusted the table for the last time, she spent a long time making a table with me. She was really happy at the time. She held my hand every day in class. Other than that, she didn't seem to do anything excessive. One time when I got up late in the morning, she came to my bed. I didn't have anything to wear. I didn't know how to describe it at the time, but I felt a little happy anyway. Later, she often told me that she would sneak into my bed at night, but I kept saying no. In fact, she still had little expectations. She has not crawled over until now. In fact, the dormitory manager didn't check her much during the college entrance examination, but she didn't move. I don't know why. I am a very fond of dreaming. I once dreamed that she went to my bed in the middle of the night. I pretended not to wake up and rubbed her face, then kissed her, and then she started kissing me. After I woke up, I was very happy, and I never finished telling her about this dream. She smiled and told me stories about her past relationships, but I couldn't listen at all. I had no involvement in her past affairs at all, which was really sad. I am very possessive, and I will not be happy if she talks to others, and I don't want to go with her and another classmate. I don't like the feeling of three people. It's been more than a week since I took the college entrance examination, and I haven't had much contact with her. I've always known that she has a partner, and it's all my fault. I don't know if this is friendship or secret love, but throughout April and May, all I could think about was her, and I couldn't review at all. I blame myself, just think that I am petty and don't want my friends to talk to others, but I feel it is a pity. Speaking of which, I am really a pretentious person. Anyway, I am not from the same world. I was very happy at the beginning of that period. I always thought that if we fell in love, it would be the right time and the right place. We would have seats and beds next to each other. We would hold hands in the classroom during the day and sleep opposite each other in the dormitory at night. We would occasionally hold hands and so on. It would be really sweet and happy. But she has a partner, so I can only smile bitterly and bury all my emotions in my heart. After all, we are not from the same world. It is indeed a very painful process to be separated after being together.

Wow! The full text reveals the simple and plain beauty of youth, and the writing style is really simple and plain yet unique. I suggest you use it as a little piece of writing to soothe your mood during your free time. Thanks ma'am! Come on!

Xiaoyao's writing is really touching no matter what he writes... How could someone's experience be 50% the same as mine? Woohoo, it's so touching.

It's so true. My deskmate is also a very cold person. I will comfort her when she fails in the exam. She will ignore me if I fail in the exam. She will not know that I am sad.

Alas, it's a bit bitter. Although my wife wrote it in a more relaxed and joyful way, I still feel like crying and hugging my wife. I also think of sad things.

It feels a bit like... I also had a crush on a girl when I was in high school. She worked as my desk desk, and she changed seats after only one semester. She has a lot of friends, the kind who can chat with everyone regardless of any issues (gender, hobbies, etc.). She is very good-looking, and her face is a bit round and she looks particularly cute. Although I can chat with everyone, I have three very good friends, and the four of them often walk together. We would chat while standing together in physical education class. She likes e-sports (but she can't play, she just watches the games). I don't know much about it, so I usually just listen to her talk. She was sitting next to me during a psychology lecture. The teacher talked about puppy love, so she secretly told me about a boy she liked in elementary school. She also mentioned the type of boy she liked, which was the kind of athlete who could play basketball. Yes, she is a straight girl... At that time, I couldn't tell the difference between liking and the happiness of simply being friends, and I was just a little bit disappointed. In fact, she can say some things to anyone, but I thought I was different to her before... Her grades are very good. She was ranked first in our class in the six experimental classes in the whole grade (usually, sometimes second or third, there are two powerful boys in the class), and she is in the top fifty in age. As for me, I am about twenty in the class (our class is not the best of the two experimental classes), and I can touch the edge of one hundred and fifty in the whole school (there are 750 people in the whole age group, and only 250 people in the experiment). I am not from the same world at all. I always avoid her when I'm alone (I'm quite popular but I don't have the kind of friends who do everything together). Later, she told me that she fell in love with a boy in our class... She was so sad for a long time that she almost didn't dare to talk to her. Later, after graduation, I went to the same university with different majors, and then there was a class reunion. It's a little hard to recall how I felt at that time (probably because I wanted to talk to her more every day, waited for her to come home with her after school, and took a long time to choose gifts for her birthday, even though she probably wouldn't even look at me if she had so many gifts...)

Alas, many of the author's words and some of his feelings are similar to mine at that time. In fact, I can't tell whether it is friendship or love, or whether it is a kind of dependence. She and I were classmates in high school. In fact, we were both students with average grades. The difference was that she worked very hard. After becoming friends with her, I also started working hard. I have always been the kind of person who never studies seriously. She is also very similar to Ya in the article. She talks very little and doesn't take the initiative to speak. We realized that it has been four years since she rarely contacted me, and I usually contacted her. It is too long to finish the story. But I have always felt that she is a very special existence to me. My feelings for her are different from those for other friends, but I dare not easily say that it is love. I can't tell the difference even now. We are happy when we are together. Later, after graduation, the two places separated. We also keep in touch frequently. Later I learned that she had a girlfriend in college. She came out to me. The feelings in my heart are very complicated, and I can't bless them. I have thought about it for a long time and still have no answer as to what I think. I was born to like boys, and I understand that if I like her, there will be no future, and I can't give her a future, and she already has someone she likes. Let's be friends for life, but we are not willing to just be friends. Compared with all this, I still hope that she can be happy. Whether or not I am in her world is actually not important.

Suddenly it feels like 2008 was a long time ago

The author has analyzed his own psychology very well. We often cannot express our innermost thoughts, not because we don't care, but because we care too much and don't mean it sincerely.

She feels similar to me, but she and I both watch Danmei. After we broke up, I always dreamed about her. I dreamed about everything. I dreamed about going back to junior high school. Haha, but I didn't like my junior high school. I dreamed that we reconciled, but we didn't break up. We just didn't talk anymore after we broke up. Her popularity is really good. Every time she and I feel uncomfortable talking to people next to me. We met before junior high school. We were in the fifth grade at that time. We were in a boarding school. She always cried when she first came here and said she wanted to go home. I don't know what kind of feelings I have for her. Junior high school is not a good memory for me. I only think of you occasionally. Haha, I always think of you.