I Cried That Day

I am stuck in my ordinary skin, and no one is willing to explore my unbearable past. I quietly told myself about the absurd experience, willing to accept the past and the ending in my heart. When I was ten years old, I was confessed to by a boy in my class. When I was young, I thought I had met a star, and I worked hard for six years. During this period, my motivation continued to increase. Later, when I met him again, he was not the same as before, and he had changed a lot. He doesn't remember what he said six years ago, but he always praises me for my good memory when chatting with me occasionally. Later, I was admitted to the top class in high school, but he resented that he was only in the ordinary class because he was a few points behind. The chirping of cicadas in the midsummer of that year brought us to an end... I just wanted to find someone who would accept me. Maybe I look too small in the vast crowd, full of infinite longing for the future. The road to growth is too long and boring. He rarely appears in front of me, but he also gives me hope. Intention: Everyone must communicate, and we can only accept whatever the outcome is.