There will always be such a person when we are young, a look or a word inadvertently in an unknown place. Then quietly fell into it. We called it love back then. She just simply likes the other person, likes his smile and likes her little actions, even if it is his strong words when he becomes angry or her silence when she is shy and reserved. We will all keep it in our hearts and be secretly happy. Keep this as our own little secret and tell no one.
Ask yourself secretly: Do you like it?
I like him
Does she like me?
Thinking about it secretly with a trace of uncertainty and joy. I stay awake all day long, not knowing what I miss.
Then slowly approach the other person. I am excited, reckless, straightforward, eager and even desperate to find the other person to have the same mood as myself.
Finally, in our ignorant years, we let the shallow love outline our reckless youth.
I was too young, too frivolous, and too timid at that time.
At that time, I was too proud, too stubborn, and too honest.
Then he wandered around without any final persistence. Finally lost in the time gap where the grass grows and the eagle flies. With each other's stubbornness, south to south, north to north.
Therefore, be brave, persist bravely, and hold your hands tightly.