When you were in school, your heart would flutter as soon as you saw that boy, and you would be surprised to see him walking quietly. Every time you meet him by chance, you will hold hands with both hands and thank God. After he left, you wondered why God was so unfair in creating humans. How well his thin but delicate face complemented that well-proportioned body. He went to play basketball, and you sat on the lawn in fascination and watched from a distance. Although I can't wave the flag for him every time he scores a goal, I can shout for him in my heart. Simple and capable, his naturally yellowish hair was wet with sweat. His white shirt was originally stuffed into black pants and tied with a branded cloth belt, but due to the action of passing or shooting, one corner of the shirt rolled up. When he jumped, you could see his slender and fleshy waist, and the black underwear that leaked out from time to time. Your face became dry, and you lowered your head in embarrassment and played with the dog's tail grass sitting on your butt. You were panicked when you looked up but couldn't find him. When you glanced at him, you saw him sitting next to you, breathing heavily. It turned out that a substitute came on and replaced him. He stood up, holding half a bottle of mineral water in his hand, and poured it on his head to take a shower. He apologized to you who had been splashed with a little water. You waved your hands quickly, pretending not to care, the joy in your heart had already taken over. After the physical education class, we went to the canteen to buy water with him. Our elbows touched each other and it was like an electric shock. The slightest contact between limbs makes his face turn red. Your friends asked you what was wrong with concern, but you ended up saying it was too hot.
Intention: Brave to love, brave to express love, brave to accept love