She used to be a coward, until her freshman year in high school, when he crashed into her world recklessly like a burning little sun. He was the main player of the basketball team, and his eyes sparkled when he smiled. He easily became the center of the crowd, the focus of whispers among the girls during class.
To her, he was a dazzling presence across the aisle.
Occasionally, he would accidentally touch her fingertips when passing papers around, leaving an illusion of heat; he would carelessly take out a draft book and write down the steps to solve a problem when she couldn't solve it, with a casual "If you don't know, just ask more questions"; he would come back from playing ball , with the smell of sweat and sunshine, he would pick up the unopened mineral water on her table, unscrew it and drink it. Then when she blushed, he would scratch his head in hindsight: "Huh? It's yours? I'm sorry, I'll pay you back later." - Of course he never paid it back.
She carefully collected the pieces. The scratch paper he threw over was smoothed out by her and tucked into the deepest part of the diary; the note between him and her was reluctant to throw away even if it was just a normal chat; the silhouette of him jumping when shooting was the only color in her sketchbook. Her love was as quiet as dust, floating humbly in the sunlit classroom, not daring to settle down.
He once said that if a friend liked him, they would never be friends again. But she really listened to these words.
She thought that this secret sourness would last until graduation, and then dry over time into a vague footnote in her youth.
The turning point happened the day before the art festival of her first year of high school. She went to see a good friend from her dance class rehearse and unexpectedly heard that he already had a girlfriend from a different school. Everyone kept it secret from her. It turned out that everyone knew that she liked him.
She was ready to give up liking him, but there was still a trace of her feelings that couldn't be stripped away.
She knew he broke up, but she still didn't have the courage to pursue him
In his sophomore year of high school, someone chased him
This time, she decided to really let him go
Some people exist just to make you understand that the hottest sunlight is just passing by your window sill after all.
Intention: It is not youth that is passionate, but us