Some people say that loving the wrong person is youth, and loving the right person is luck. I don't deny it, nor do I approve it.
I had -
In junior high school, I loved a boy. Although the relationship was good, in the end there was only one lie left - only used to deceive myself.
From meeting him, to falling in love with him, to even waiting fruitlessly in the end, that was my youth, and it was also my luck. Whitman said something like this: As a child goes day by day, when he sees the first thing, he tends to that thing, and then that thing becomes a part of him.
What I saw was the dawn, and he was my dawn. That light was so bright, so warm, and a refreshing power spread throughout my body. I tend to him and can't let go of him. Even now, I still keep him in my heart. He has already become a part of me.
That period of time and that classroom became a part of me and cannot be separated. The memory will slowly fade, and I can no longer remember his appearance, his voice, and the mood of being with him. There is only a fog about him that cannot be erased deep in my heart.
An old friend said: "Why do you like him? He doesn't seem to be good-looking either..." Indeed, although his appearance in my memory is not associated with ugliness, it is not outstanding either. As for the fact that I like him, maybe it is not because of his appearance.
Sometimes you like a person not because of his appearance or personality, but just because that person is him.
There is no result between me and him, and what I am waiting for is no longer him. I just want to tell myself that there is a young man in my heart.
Intention: longing