Perhaps, what I have never forgotten is not the handsome young man sitting in front of me with his head down writing, but the little joy that is hidden in my heart, afraid of being discovered by others, but I just want him to know.
Is there a boy who can accompany you from junior high school to high school, from rebellious to grown up, from inferiority to self-confidence? The hesitation, yearning, and special efforts to please girls in adolescence all come from him.
Maybe out of curiosity, or maybe out of pure admiration, I always felt that in my eyes, compared to those boys who were hanging around in groups, the boy walking alone was special among the crowd.
I never knew that I would appear in the cliché plot of love at first sight that I didn't take seriously in the past. Or maybe I was wrong. It was not love at first sight, but a long-term accumulation of emotions. After all, for so many years, the people around him came and went, and he was the only one who could stay in my heart.
Many years later, I will always think back to the people and things I encountered in those years. The things that I couldn't deal with at that time have also become scars of growth. Some of them have healed and forged a strong inner shield, but some of them are still painful to this day.
Purpose: This article is dedicated to my youth and the little thoughts that I could not express out loud in those years.