The hazy first love I had in elementary school was a bit bitter but slightly sweet. Like soft marshmallows, big and melt in your mouth. Until graduation, both of them held a secret that they couldn't tell. Later, when I entered junior high school, I fell in love with a boy who was a classmate in their class. He was not pretty, but he was quite good-looking. Sometimes a girl would take a sneak peek while doing exercises and think: The person standing next to him is no longer herself. The girl learned to hide herself carefully. From that day on, she never talked to the boy again because of her low self-esteem.
Later, the two people gradually drifted apart, and the girl never saw the boy again. She only occasionally heard from friends that some boys were engaged in the same job as her after graduation. Whenever she dreamed back at midnight, she thought of the secret love that ended in vain, and she couldn't sleep anymore...