I thought I would be his one and only.
When I was young, he was my light, everything in my boring middle school life, and my unique joy.
I have been trying hard to pursue him, for fear that if I don't pay attention, I will miss him. I know that there are many people around him, and I am just one of those many people. I have carefully liked him for two years, from heart-to-heart to active, that kind of liking is something he doesn't know.
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It has a very cute pronoun - secret love.
It's undeniable that I just fell in love with him, I couldn't help myself, and I couldn't replace him.
We were not childhood sweethearts, we didn't fall in love at first sight, and we didn't have any wonderful encounters. We just met in the early autumn of 2018.
Early autumn is not as elated as spring, not as passionate as the scorching sun in summer, and not as cold as winter.
In my eyes, early autumn is like deer stumbling, heartbeat, cheeks slightly red, indescribable and secret love.
Purpose: Call on everyone to pursue what they love bravely and not to regret it after losing it. There is more to life than love. Your life is your own and you must be responsible for it. I wish everyone can find their own joy.