At the age of seventeen, he was like a beam of light, illuminating my entire youth. Maybe my youth was too plain, with low self-esteem and cowardice. He was always very confident and strong. To outsiders, he looked sparkling and unruly, but to me he was introverted and shy. I often used lame excuses to talk to you, but you seemed to be nice to everyone. I often said that I like a certain constellation and like to eat. Something, in fact, the only thing I like is you, and I have done many childish things. In order to stir up some waves in your heart, I said I like summer. In fact, what I like is summer with you. What is secret love? It seems that there is always someone who makes your heart beat in your youth. Everyone is wearing blue and white school uniforms, and I can recognize you at a glance in the crowd. I also burst into tears because of you. I kept your friends on my phone and clicked on them from time to time, but there was nothing there. I deleted the friends but still couldn't bear to leave. I canceled the pin and found out that you were at the bottom. But I was a coward, and I didn't tell you that I liked you in the end.
Regret seems to be a required course of youth. We met in summer and separated in summer...
Purpose: Secret Love Diary