I fell in love with a dazzling boy, but I didn't dare to confess, I only dared to peek.
I fell into a secret love that would have neither beginning nor ending, but I didn't realize that there was already love within reach.
(This is a simple writing, a bit of a bloody campus romance, there are areas that can be modified, please give me your advice)
Intention: Accepting mediocrity is not a kind of relief