I grew up surrounded by domestic violence: my father's endless scolding and my mother's endless tolerance. Those things plunged me into darkness. I kept wishing that when I turned eighteen, I could jump into the sea.
Then, in high school, I met him: Jiang Chen. He transferred here from Y City in my second year. I still remember how untouchable he looked on the stage at the school assembly, as if I were no more than the tiniest speck among countless people.
Later, he became my desk mate. Up close, he was even colder, and even more beautiful. After that, we gradually got to know each other.
But sometimes things just don't go the way you want. Something happened to my family. By the time I returned to school, I learned that he was going abroad. When he came back that day to pack his things, I saw him. I wanted him to study hard overseas and not stay behind for my sake.
So, the last time we saw each other, I gave him a bouquet of sunflowers.
He was the one who grew toward the sun, and my love was the silence I couldn't put into words.
Theme: Grow toward the sun
I make a wish every year that I will leave when I am 20 years old. I am 19 this year.
Love will never stop. People will always be loved. So as long as you live, there will always be someone to love you.