In her sophomore year of high school, Lin Qing fell in love with someone, but only she knew about this love. It was her own love.
"Ayan, look at your seat, someone is bringing you water."
"Huh? If you want it, I'll give it to you."
"Jinjin, do you think my secret love will come true?"
"Ah Qing, what a boy like this is most in need of is a girl. What do you like about him?"
"I don't know, it's not because of my appearance that attracts me."
"Chen Yan, let me tell you a secret. I have liked you for a long time. From a long time ago, when I first met you, I knew that a boy like you exudes light. Later, I realized that you are the kind of boy who exudes light. Although I know that you are the kind of uninhibited ruffian, I don't know why I still like you. But then I didn't I know why, I like you more and more. I can't help myself. When I see you playing with other girls, I wonder why that girl is not me. You are the ace on the basketball court and the eye-catching presence, while I am the kind of transparent person who is not pretty and can only be a coward. But I really like you."
Secret love is a person's pantomime, and it becomes a tragedy when spoken out.
Purpose: Essay