First Love: You and I Are Like Two Parallel Lines

Everyone has a first love, which is usually the greenest and bitterest pink memory of youth. It is an immature little sand date, smelling fragrant and chewing rough, not very delicious in nature but addictive... After all, there are very few people in the world who saved the galaxy in their previous life and are lucky enough to be with the first person they like for the rest of their lives. Let's look at my first love, which ended in vain like most people in the world. To be precise, it was vaguely initiated in the fourth grade of elementary school, when little girls are still vague about feelings. It was in the first year of junior high school when the girl's true love began to develop. It is described by an idiom: a long and steady stream of love. Intention: First love is like a long, thin stream of water, so subtle that I often forget its existence; a long, thin stream of water, so long that I can eventually notice that it is like a shallow white cherry blossom tattoo, unknowingly burned into my heart.