[Dark criminal psychology doctor × outspoken genius bartender]
The breeze blew across my face, and I sat in the back seat of my father's car, looking around boredly.
As fate would have it, I turned my eyes to the right and saw her smiling brightly, chatting and laughing with her friends next to her. She seemed to notice my gaze and looked back at me with a smile that hadn't faded yet.
It's so beautiful, I want to take another look.
After thinking about it, she turned around and stretched out of the car. Unexpectedly, she also turned around. The eyes intertwined at a far distance, and a flower exploded in my heart. Time became slow, and the people around her became blurry, but her face was deeply engraved in my heart.
So hot. The embarrassment of being discovered made me immediately retreat into the car and caress my heaving chest.
From that time when they looked at each other, I felt depressed when I couldn't see her. On the playground, on the stairs after class, or even when passing her classroom when going to physical education class, I would slow down. Later, I asked my father to buy me a bicycle so that I could go to and from school on the same road as her.
Drive slower, slower still, I want to take one more look at her.
It wasn't until I graduated that I couldn't muster up the courage to ask for my contact information. I later learned that it was my last look.
Accumulating, piling up, aging, just like whiskey aging in sherry barrels, until the day when you can no longer suppress it, open the cork, and the aroma will be filled with fierce longing.
I think I can't stop missing you.
Almost overflowing.
Motto: If you live your whole life, you might as well be brave
