I recall that it was always very hot in the summer, and I don't hate that feeling, because we seemed to be very hot at that time.
The feeling that the boy gave me was clear, hot, with a hint of mint.
I liked his eyelashes and the mole under his lip that I couldn't see unless I looked carefully. I was scared and even avoided him because of my unfamiliar state of mind. It turned out that the feeling at that time was called heartbeat. After that, all the love that can be summed up in heartbeats have lost that throb.
When you grow up, your feelings are far less pure than when you were a teenager. You will be worried about a small thing and be happy all day long, and you will be careful to keep the distance because you want to get closer. Do you think of the hand you want to hold but dare not hold? What happened to that person? Will you one day look through the memory cassette and look at it like another person's story?
Purpose: Growing up and having a crush on campus