The story is that I had a crush on a boy for a long time, and I had a crush on him for 3 years. On the surface, I didn't express my love to him, but I knew in my heart that I had always loved him. I was so happy when I got the classmate list he wrote that I stayed up all night. I originally wanted to confess to him when I graduated, but for some reasons, I couldn't. I didn't go to the graduation day. I rarely saw him before junior high school, but I would meet him occasionally. Every time I met him, I would be very happy. I still remember that I had a love letter that I hadn't sent out. I was not good at studying and my love letters were not very good. What I remember the most is that love letter. I revised it 20 times. I wrote it. The handwriting is ugly, but I wrote that love letter with the best handwriting in my life, but I still didn't have the courage to write it to him. I was afraid that he wouldn't agree and I haven't sent it yet. I have kept that letter and it has become covered with dust. Every time I think about him, I will write his name on the back of the classmate list he wrote with me. Add "I love you" to the name (these are all my personal experiences. In the end, I am still the useless person who dare not express love to my lover). Also, the author would like to mention that the names of the characters are not our real names. They are all made up and have not changed from experience.
Intention: Regret