I remember a very sad thing
Even though it's been so long, I still can't forget it.
That incident probably happened in the winter. At that time, I fell in love with her and wanted to give her the best. At that age, the so-called best was probably the best in my own perception.
I bought a lot of random things for her. I can't remember exactly, but I still remember one of Kumamon's hand warmers. I wonder why I remember it. It was a sunny but not warm afternoon. As usual, I took my textbooks to her classroom to make up lessons for her. When I walked in and sat down, I found the bear lying in someone else's book box. It was dirty and ugly, and there were traces of pen refills on its face. A ray of sunlight hit its face and it was laughing. It hurt me at that moment. This continued until a few years later when I was giving a Japanese class to primary school students. When I talked about Kumamoto Prefecture in Japan, I fell silent.
For example, Combs' "Helter Skelter" is playing in the headphones at the moment. No one understands my sadness and sadness. That's just me being sentimental. How the class ended later, I still don't know, but I understand that the relationship was sincere. If time could come back, I would do the same thing again. Of course, as time goes by, the only memories left now are happiness and relief. It's time to put an end to the story before forgetting it.
Purpose: Write to the girl I met in high school