It's a little self-narration of my own story. It's a bit like writing a diary. Help, I can't write anything meaningful at all. I just write whatever comes to my mind. Help, the writing is terrible. Hahaha. I have no other contact with the boy I like so much without any other ideas. I have no contact with him in the future, but I want to do something selfishly to make myself remember him. Haha, I have this little self-portrait. My liking may be different from other people's. I don't have good results, but I still like him very much, and I have never regretted liking him.
Not all crushes can be responded to, and not everyone is a teenage heroine. In reality, crushes are more painful.
Books always write about overjoyed evenings
But I still haven't forgotten that evening, the breeze blowing the young man's hair at the entrance of the school supermarket. The third boy among the three boys smiled inadvertently, and it was too late to avoid hitting my eyes. "Dong, dong, dong" Whose heartbeat was beating so fast? It turned out to be me. During the night study, the densely packed formulas in the draft book were mixed with three words that stood out. It's your name. It's bright and conspicuous, as beautiful as the boy's smile but out of reach.
Intention: Secret love is very painful. I don't want to have a secret love anymore.