My first crush was a standard straight woman.
She has excellent grades and eye-catching looks, but I have nothing...
I looked up to her like that for three years. She was not a star in the sky, she was a cloud.
On rainy days, the clouds would drop delightful rain, making me mistakenly think I had touched her.
But in the end, the clouds were still in the sky, and I was still looking up.
[Adapted from the author's personal experience]
Intention: Actively rush towards a better future