This is my 14-year-old secret love, and maybe it's also what everyone's first love looks like, a sense of ignorance and lack of sense of propriety. Every time I close my eyes, I still go back to that summer and get to know him again. That was 2014, now 2021, seven years later, I will still repeat our story over and over in my dreams. In fact, we haven't seen each other for many years, and his appearance depends entirely on the remaining memories of those years. It's just a novel I've been dusting away for three years, imagining that one day he can see it. As the words are typed out, the sunset under the big trees on campus turns red again, as if we are still stuck in the best years, the kind of youth that everyone knows but does not highlight.
Intention: First love on campus memories