He has a unique light that amazes the youth, injecting joy and regret into the otherwise dull middle school period.
He always made me angry, but he was so talkative and flirtatious that he always kept me from getting angry.
"Can you please don't bring a knife tomorrow? I'm afraid of blood."
"Little black sister is calling young lady. She is constantly repenting and waiting to be punished, but don't be too harsh. My husband at home knows that he is wrong."
He was used to hearing countless apologies, and until the end, he ended the story with an apology.
He is rebellious, adventurous and brings me too many thrills.
The emergency ending after the climax is always unforgettable. Some people are exhausted, and some people are too deeply involved in the drama.
When I was 13, I quarreled with him, when I was 15, we were strangers, when I was 16, we reunited to fight, when I was 17, we were deeply in love with you, when I was 18, I thought about the name of my future child, and when I was 19, I knew that this name would no longer be used.
When I was 20 years old, I was reminded that I had already become my ex. Before I let go, I became the wrong person and an unqualified ex.
"I already have a girlfriend who has lived a better life than you. You are a useless ex living in memories. You are a very unqualified ex."
When the facts come to light little by little, the result of the hard search seems to be unimportant, and I will help the other person lie to myself, just to keep the remaining beauty in my heart.
"I asked him if he still liked you, and he said not at all. That's why I chased you."
It's been seven years. Since it's a play, I'll just call it a day.
"Actually, I can act better than him."
Here, while I am still drunk, I want to tell those stories that are difficult to calm down.
Concept: People in middle school who are fond of are always particularly remembered. I don't know whether I should regret that I gambled on a bright future and paid for it with true love, or I should be grateful that you were here in my ignorant youth. At the most rebellious age, he wrote absurd stories. I am 20 years old, recalling my feelings in middle school, and telling stories as a person who has been there. I hope you will also think carefully about the joy of the moment, the sadness of the aftermath, nomination for gold list or a bright future. Which one is more regrettable to miss?