I know that I am far away from you, but my love for you has never changed. I like you, but I dare not tell you. I want to care about you, but I dare not get close to you. Maybe I am timid or afraid or have low self-esteem. I keep it in my heart. It has occupied my entire youth. Maybe I will tell you this secret one day when I let go.
Later I realized that it was just where my eyes were and where my heart was. I secretly looked at you from a place where no one was paying attention. There was scenery outside the window, and there was a future in my writings. When I lowered my head, I saw the sea of topics, and when I raised my head, I saw the future. I hold you in my left hand, and hold the pen in my right hand. I will live up to my youth and live up to you. We are running in both directions, and we are redeeming each other. We have passed through difficult times.
If you want to write about secret love, you can't just write about secret love. I want to write about the gleam of the setting sun when we first met, the blatant glances in the crowd, the blush that didn't dare to look up when we met, the little note that was crumpled in the hand but didn't dare to send it out, the sentences that I repeatedly considered deleting in the chat box, and the long detour just for the sake of it. When meeting by chance, I want to write about subconsciously looking for his back in the crowd, about the panic of looking at each other unintentionally, about the rest of midsummer, about the pain of hiding in the crowd watching him love others, about the regret of not being brave enough, and about the desolation in my heart when I finally miss him.
Secret love is one person's chaos, and another person's heart is still.
What you actually don't know is that I had already seen the sunset that day. I just wanted to wait for you and ask me to watch it together. Fortunately, you called me. I still remember the three minutes we watched the sunset together.
People standing upstairs watching the game recognize you instantly, no matter how small or how far away. At that time it was really nice not to think about anything. Maybe we had words to say to each other many times when we met, but no one spoke first, and in the end we missed it. Unfortunately, I took a step forward and you remained still.
Reading Guide: BE
Two male protagonists, the boy has a crush on the boy in the end...
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Concept: Secret love is love