Sweet Cherry

I also had a deskmate He was transferred from another school I'm the team leader In junior high school, he smoked I acted as a mentor to persuade him and helped him hide. One day at lunch in the cafeteria, he brought many unknown boys from other classes and grades to me to ask for them. I was stunned at the time, surrounded by so many men, and I didn't know what was wrong. Later, after graduation, he told me that he kept a distance from me in the later stages of middle school because he was afraid, and he seemed to have fallen in love with me. I was surprised at the time because I regarded him as a classmate. Indeed, he had many friends and a large group of brothers. He had a good personality even though he was not very good at studies. But he had a girlfriend at the time, and I also liked his girlfriend very much. That girl was very good. Now we occasionally ask how each other is doing, the distance is too great. He is the only male classmate I still have contact with in middle school. According to the traditional sense, he is a scumbag. I know five girlfriends so far, but apart from the relationship aspect, he is a good person. The two of us knew that each other was worthy of being friends, but not suitable to be boyfriend and girlfriend. At that time, he could spend the equivalent of one month's living expenses on me to buy clothes for his girlfriend. At the graduation party, I planned to take a sip of wine and pretend to choke to avoid being toasted. But then I realized that this was also his farewell party, so I raised my head and drank the glass of beer. He raised his head and finished the drink, pointed at me who was drinking and said, "Look, look at you," (which means I have to finish the glass of wine). In fact, we both know that we are suitable for being friends. The person whose personality attracts you may not be suitable for your partner. Friends are the most suitable relationship.

But I also thought that the male protagonist should be surprised to see the female protagonist, and he should also have regrets about making mistakes when he was young. However, after making a phone call with his lover, he let go of his original love because he now has a partner who is more suitable for him and in love. Therefore, the future of the heroine should and will move forward, because there is nothing we can do if we don't move forward. The love and impulse of youth, the final semester that I regretted missing, the two strangers meeting again, the boy who has found a happy way back, and the girl who is still looking forward to it, there is no longer any future, so the rest of the story can only end with the girl's relief one day

In fact, I have had similar things happen to me, but I am very open-minded about it, because if I do it again, I will do the same thing. Missing it is inevitable, but when I look at such a story, I feel particularly sad. It is the feeling of depression in my heart, a big but not very thick thing hanging over my heart.

I like a boy now. He is very good, studies very well, and has good looks. The first time I fell in love with him was in the summer when I was taking the local high school entrance examination. There were sunshine, green trees, breeze, and white clouds. He and I looked at each other under the street lamp. He was surrounded by his friends and was smiling. Maybe he felt that I was looking at him and looked towards me. We looked at each other. He smiled and the sun shone on his face. It was so sacred. At the end of the summer, I fell in love with him, but now that sex has been added, I don't dare to talk to him, and I don't know if I should confess to him.

The story is simple and not difficult to tell. It starts with blushing and ends with jealousy...

The same three years of high school with no love history

It's a bit easy to cry It feels such a pity The two of them were separated by accident. They obviously still like each other

Ah... This ending is really a pity. In fact, it would be fine if it was a sadistic story where one party never liked the other party and tortured them to death. I can't read this kind of story where they like each other but misunderstand each other and miss each other.

This feeling... Is youthful

I was tortured to the point of whimpering