The young man's brows knitted together. He rubbed the old, dusty black notebook with his fingers. The signature on it seemed to remind him of something. He couldn't help but open it and read:
2008.7.8 I met someone I fell in love with at first sight
2008.7.10 His name is Hu Xin
2008.7.19 He is in the class next to mine. He is really good at math, physics and chemistry.
2008.8.2 He brought me a bottle of water and gave it to others, but I was happy
2009.1.1 Happy New Year, I may not send you that text message.
2009.5.8You hate eating enoki mushrooms
2009.7.21 Your concert was awesome
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2010.6.25 Your name is Hu Xin, 185, Cancer, allergic to mangoes. You are good at math, physics, and chemistry. You are handsome and smart. You play electric guitar, bass, and drums, and many more. You sing very well, and you can do many things that I can't do. You are so amazing. You don't know how many times I have tears in my eyes when I look at you. You don't know how long I have to go around to get home just to take a bus with you. This is the third year that I have loved you.
Intention: I wish all my secret loves to see the light of day