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In my freshman year of high school, I met a very special person to me.
At first, I didn't know each other for any reason, sitting at the front and back tables. The first person she met was her classmate in junior high school, and everyone in the class seemed to know her. I don't know what psychology drives me to get close to her and contact her.
Gradually I found that she had a little temper, and some wanted to alienate her and hate her. But the man's little unprovoked actions made me unable to bear it and unwilling to do so.
The strange psychological changes made me very embarrassed. The reason why I really faced my heart was because I saw that she had a girlfriend.
"So it turns out that girls can also have girlfriends?"
"Why not?"
"Love has no boundaries."
This sentence shocked me for a long time.
Later, they had conflicts, and she came to me at one or two o'clock in the morning every day to cry. I was just a listener and a spectator of their passionate youth stories.
Later they broke up.
I didn't confess my feelings to him or tell anyone about my inner conflicts. I have hidden this secret love in my heart for a long time.
I was watching a video that day and there was a sentence: "Miyazaki Hayao once said: Your secret love is actually quite obvious. The reason why the other person didn't expose it is because they don't like you. After all, if the fire is burning around you, can you not feel it?"
That day I decided to put away my random thoughts because of him. Decided to study hard. That night at after-school care, when I was doing my homework, the person next to me touched me and I posted a note.
Look at the familiar font on the note. My heart, which had finally calmed down, was beating wildly again. It's her word. It's a familiar word.
From then on, whenever I wanted to give up this "dirty" idea, she would give me a "date" out of the blue. This went on for three years.
In the past three years, I have witnessed her three relationships, and I have tried to persuade myself countless times not to like her anymore. But every move she made inexplicably touched my heartstrings. I'm really curious about what she thinks of me. I also resent myself. I am so open to other people's feelings, but why can't I let go when it's my turn?
I knew I was heartless, but I couldn't let go of that relationship with her. This should be the so-called "authorities are obsessed with it, but bystanders are clear".
[This article is true but also illusory. It really tells an indescribable emotion that I once had. I still haven't confirmed whether my feelings for him are love or other so-called emotions. I believe many people can take part in it. Understand the mood of "I" at that time]
Intention: youth, inspiration, coming ashore
