In the third month of summer in 2021, I realized I was starting to like him.
On January 22, 2022, after the end-of-term ceremony for the first semester of ninth grade, I confessed my feelings to him, only to learn that he had started paying attention to me fourteen months earlier.
During our final semester of preparing for the high school entrance exam, we worked through our revision plan methodically, while going through all kinds of things about love that people our age shouldn't have had to face. Looking back, every day was so vivid and unexpectedly joyful.
But in the third month of summer that year, we still had to say goodbye.
Theme: No deeper meaning here, and no fancy words to sound cultured. It's written simply, just to pass the time.
