To be precise, this should not be love, but a relatively profound friendship. You can think of it as a relatively white novel. However, I promise that everything is true. These happiness and sadness are indeed accompanying every bit of my first semester of high school.
The reason why I write down my feelings is because I want to commemorate them, or as a kind of evidence. I'm afraid I will soon forget it.
I hope these ordinary things can bring you some touch and some growth experience.
All these are my happiest and warmest memories.
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