Sometimes it's really strange to like someone. You don't know what hit you, but you can find that he seems to be everywhere in your peripheral vision. All your pretense and carelessness seem to have a specific target. Secret love is a dense network that restricts you to look up at the bright moon in your heart, but you don't dare to hope for the bright moon.
(Adapted from a true story)
ps:
The whole text is in the first person, so sisters who don't like it can avoid the lightning!
I wrote this article just to record this past day, so it may not be systematic or written, so please forgive me.
Intention: Stop clinging to the past and seize the beauty in front of you