In 2017, I was eighteen years old and fell in love with a boy...
He is very handsome, many girls like him, I am just one of the many...
If he is the sunlight reflected on the wall, then I am the dust in the corner.
Someone confessed to him on the confession wall...
I want to too, but I dare not.
….
On Christmas Eve, I hesitated for a long time and wrote a love letter. I put it in an apple. I didn't dare to give it to him in person. I quietly put it in the corner of the cafeteria and told him to remember to pick it up.
He replied to me with a voice message. He was probably playing outside with his friends. The background was very noisy, but he still couldn't hide his pleasant voice...
Later, I quietly went to the cafeteria to see where Apple was alone. I smiled and sure enough, he didn't come...
On and off, covertly, I followed him for a year and a half, yes, I followed him, he was so dazzling, so dazzling that I didn't even dare to use the word "chasing"...
In the end, without any surprise, he rejected me. The reason for the rejection was simple: I was not suitable for him...
In the following year, I learned how to put on makeup and how to dress. Pyq All he could see was the glamorous me. I successfully packaged myself into something he was interested in.
He asked me to hang out and have dinner, and I knew I had succeeded….
Because he confessed to me, I don't know if this is considered a confession, I think it might be, after all, he is such a proud person.
He patted my head and said with a smile: "You don't have to chase me so hard anymore. Let's give it a try."
Try, this word is so subtle
You can advance or retreat, but you can't be the only firm choice.
Intention: secret love