His classroom was in the first one on the third floor. When she passed by the third floor, she always looked at the door of that classroom secretly. She didn't dare to look more.
In this age of fast-food love, love is a game. Whoever falls in love first or who is more affectionate will lose first.
She liked Tuesdays best because she could see him during the last gym class.
She is crazy, but this crazy love that grows like weeds is just her own chaos.
She hates rainy days the most, because she, who has always been calm and restrained in this weather, always gets emotional.
She can no longer distinguish between freshness and love, so she dare not make a promise to anyone.
In fact, the story is very short. What follows is just a young girl who is lonely and brave. The boy she loves only exists in her poems.
Intention: I want to secretly express my love