Childhood sweethearts, they should have guessed each other.
And love replaced friendship, so she was always guessing whether she liked her as much as she did.
Don't dare to confess, afraid of losing.
I love you like the moon, silently; because I, like the moon, do not shine.
Steal your care for your friends, steal your tenderness for your friends... Secretly refract friendship into my love, just like the moon steals the light and heat of the sun.
Short stories, mainly writing exercises.
Intention: Don't hold it in all the time