Please Forget Me

H is a day student in our class, and his studies are at the lower-middle level. Logically speaking, he should be unpopular in the class, but it is exactly the opposite in reality. He is really popular, both boys and girls like to talk to her. When I first came to high school, I didn't know anyone. I finally made a friend, but there was a big gap between her and me in studies. She was among the top ten in the class, and I was among the top 30. Once when I was choosing a seat, I could only sit behind her. At that time, he didn't go to military training for some reasons, so his position was that of a teacher. I chose him, and he and I happened to be seated at the same table. At that time, a boy in the class asked if the two of you were in agreement. I had never met him at the time, so naturally I denied it. Later, due to some things, the seats were rearranged and the group leader was asked to choose the team members, so I was not able to be seated at the same table with him. Thinking about it now, this was the fate of meeting him for the first time. In the next semester, I found out who he was. I actually had some feelings for him at that time, but it was not so obvious. I didn't say a word between the two semesters. Then in the second semester of high school, my good friend got the first place in her grade, so naturally she would choose me this time. Our class teacher at that time said that one of the four people must be a boy or one of them is a girl, and they cannot all be boys or girls. My good friend chose him in the third section. Later I asked her why it was him, and she said because he was the only boy in the third section. After arranging the seats, we could chat with each other. During one class break, four people in our group were chatting, and you asked my good friend. My good friend jokingly said that he wanted to find me a boyfriend, implying that he had deliberately arranged for us to sit at the same table. He just smiled helplessly, and I didn't know what his clear answer was. After a month of being together, I found that he could affect my emotions. His words, expressions, and actions would make me think about it for a long time. It was the first time that I had random thoughts because of a boy. Our class is moved forward every two weeks, because he is a day student, so I have to set up his desk. Maybe there was a school exam the week before, and the desks were moved to the back. Later I found out that the desk I was using belonged to him, and I had almost forgotten what he was doing at that time. I only remember that I touched the 4 sides of the desk. I found something in the corner and took it out. It was a heart-shaped card. I saw it was his name and that of a girl. I didn't sleep well that week. I kept wondering if someone else approached the table or if he put it in after he finished writing it. Later, I didn't dare to think about the word secret love anymore. One night, he and several other boys made a scene in the class because they couldn't stand a boy. It was the first time I saw him so angry, and it was also the first time I was afraid of him, but more importantly, I felt sorry for him. Later, when he sat next to me, I basically didn't dare to speak or move. When he saw me like this, he smiled and asked me, "Will you cry if I treat you like this?" It was a very childish question. I didn't answer. Later, during a class or a certain break, there would always be a period of time when I accidentally looked at him, and I would hurriedly move my head elsewhere, not wanting to see his reaction. One time, I didn't believe it when I was chatting. I talked about him when I was chatting with others. He might have been a little impatient after hearing it, so he lost his temper at me. I am a very strange person. After others lose their temper at me, I always dare not say anything and just stare at one place. I'm quite stupid, and since we're in the same group, it's good to have sex with each other, but I still don't dare, for fear of annoying him. No matter what you look like, I still like you. One year later, in the senior year of high school, we parted ways. I was unwilling to do so, but there was nothing I could do about it.

The question of why I fell in love with W has bothered me for a long time. I fell in love several times before I fell in love with W. They broke up every time because I was tired of it. So at first I thought it was just another whim, but later I found out that no, he was different from the people I had liked before. It was a half-term parent-teacher meeting. My friend and I were sitting and talking and laughing next to the playground. By chance, I looked over and saw W sweating on the playground. I was stunned. His hair was very Korean, and he had peach blossom eyes. He pursed his thin lips and looked pure from time to time because of scoring goals. His skin color was a very healthy wheat color. The sun shone on him from time to time, which was very dazzling. My heart was also played by him from time to time. I have to admit that he is really handsome. So I picked up my phone and secretly recorded him playing basketball. I know. I fell in love with him. I looked for people everywhere to ask for his name, class, and contact information. When I got his contact information, my hands trembled and I added him as a friend. The night he agreed, I didn't sleep well. I started to declare in a high-profile manner that I liked him. My friends and classmates all knew that I liked him. They would tease me about him from time to time. I started dragging my friends outside after class every day just to watch W play basketball and see his unruly attitude. I would reluctantly go back to the classroom until the school bell rang. Sometimes my friends and I were already standing where we used to peek at him playing basketball, and he would run onto the playground while flapping the basketball. My classroom was far away from his on the first floor. My classroom was on the far left of the first floor, but his was on the far right of the second floor. He and I were like two opposite corners, separated by the farthest distance. Sometimes when the school bell rang, W would unhurriedly return to his classroom from the stairs next to our classroom. At this time, I would always enter the classroom slowly for various reasons, just to be close to him and walk a distance with him. When I returned to my seat, I would look at the corner of the stairs through the classroom window and see his flamboyant back going up the stairs. Then I would look back and listen to the class. When school was over, I used to rush home in a hurry. But because of W, I always stayed by the playground with my friends and watched him play basketball until the school was cleared. I also chatted with him every day. I learned that he doesn't like to drink bubble milk tea and likes coconut milk tea. The next day, I would buy coconut milk tea from friends and give him AD calcium milk. He and I always chat online, so he doesn't know who I am, and I don't dare to let him know who I am because I have always been a person with low self-esteem. He and I rest and eat at the same place at noon, and he comes back late because he plays basketball at school after school at noon. I eat very slowly, waiting for him to peek at him when he comes back. I often go to the second floor to peek at him in his classroom. I would see him wearing a Bluetooth headset at the station with his broken hair floating in front of his eyes and hiding with a blush. I would also be shy and excited because I met him in a milk tea shop. I would even be happy for a long time because he liked my post. I would also give up the thought of sleeping with him because he came to me in the early morning. I would also look for his name in every exam room before each exam. I would secretly take photos of him when he was playing basketball after school. One day while I was chatting with him, he suddenly asked me if I had anyone I liked. I thought about it for a long time. He didn't reply. It didn't take long for him to chat with me about other topics. I actually regretted it at the time. I regretted not telling him my feelings. I can't remember the rest. I only remember that I liked him during the Chinese Valentine's Day of the first year. With the encouragement of my friends, I was ready to confess to him. Who would have thought that he would tell me first that he was single. At that moment, I was like a fish lacking oxygen and couldn't breathe. His words were like holding my neck, which was very uncomfortable. During that time, I felt that I was confused. But fortunately I didn't say "I like you". Later he rarely interacted with me, and sometimes he would exchange early or late messages. After all, he already had a girlfriend. I should let it go, but this time it was far from as easy as before. I will still get used to looking for him on the playground every time after class, and I will get used to waiting for him to come back during lunch. It seems that these things have become a habit in my life. Every time I get close to him, I can hear my heart beating hard under my chest. My heart seems to live for him. This is the first time I realize I fell, completely fell on him. Later he broke up and he asked me to introduce him to someone. I was excited and sad. The excitement was because he broke up, but the sadness was that he never thought of liking me. So I casually found an excuse to reject his request, and the chat box between me and him continued to sink. But I still persisted in my daily "habits". Later, he fell in love again. At this time, my friends also told me that he was a scumbag. I didn't want to believe these rumors. I only believed in him, so I didn't believe him. I automatically blocked the news in my heart and continued my secret love. But W, you know, secret love is really tiring and sad. Besides, you don't even know my name and appearance. So I decided that I really don't like you anymore. Even if I can't, I will learn to let it go. Goodbye! My dear boy, you have to remember that there was once an ordinary girl in the sea of ​​people who fell in love with you with all her passion.

Woohoo, I also have someone I like for five years. He finished the college entrance examination this year and went back to school to watch it once, on June 15. He studied folk vocal music and was admitted to Yunyi, but that's not my ambition. I probably won't go to Yunnan after the college entrance examination. We are people from two different worlds. I didn't even expect that there would be this side. I thought that June 25 in 2021 would be the last time. Although I am very lucky, I know that these days will never happen again.

I don't remember when I fell in love with it, maybe missing it is the best choice!

I miss you very much. We haven't seen each other for more than a year. Now we have parted ways. There is no contact information, and it is even more difficult to meet in person. It's like a stranger. You may not believe it. I have liked you for more than 4 years. Luckily we are both bold. Able to express feelings to each other. But the result of being bold is that you can't even be friends. I believe you are doing well recently. Now I can't even hear any news from you. I can only rely on the account in my memory to click on the homepage that has not added friends over and over again. You seem to be in love again? Have you forgotten me? I miss you every day. Nqd remember me. ——Passers in youth

Secret love is really painful. It's been too long and I still can't let you go. Maybe you have never remembered me, but none of this matters anymore. I'm going to let go slowly. JXB I seem to have said goodbye many times, but this time I am serious. I have to chase my dream. I also hope that everything is well for you, that everything goes well, and that you have a bright future. If I have a chance, I hope I can see you again, just watch from a distance.

Dear boy, please remember me. Don't forget me so easily.

Ajiu, let go. The mountains are high and the water is broad, we all move forward first.

In the end, I really don't know whether I like it or am obsessed with it.

The boy I had a crush on was once added to his contact information by chance, and then deleted inexplicably. Later, something unexpected happened. I changed my identity and mentioned my name sideways, and someone said, "I'm sorry, I don't remember much." At that time, I felt very sad and uncomfortable.