It seems that there will always be that person stationed in the depths of your memory, leaving a strong mark on the page of your youth. He (she) is a scenery that you cannot touch. It amazes your youth and exists at a height that you look up to. No matter how hard you try to touch it, it will not help. The ups and downs that fill my heart when I think of him (her) can be called "thousands of tastes in my heart", and I shed tears without words. To you, this person may be the catastrophe of youth. Being trapped in this calamity and unable to escape is mostly due to obsession. When liking becomes an obsession, when liking becomes a habit, it may become increasingly difficult for you (unable) to contact him (her) for a long time to break free from the shackles of this emotion. Trapping your freedom in the past years, the scenes you remember are "your spotless sincerity" ("Little Lucky" often sounds in my mind when I think of him), and what you miss every time is your unforgettable first meeting.
I would like to write this article to remember Mr. L, whom I deeply love.
*PS: The author is a newbie, starting as a newbie, please take care of me. I am writing purely to remember a secret love that has lasted for seven and a half years now. The full text is adapted from the experience of Diamondback. If there is any similarity, you are my half-sister. What is written is not only a secret love, but also an unforgettable past.
Mission: Youth is fleeting, cherish the present moment