She admires him like dust admires the sun.
His eyes sparkled when he smiled, he would touch her fingertips, lecture her on topics, drink her water - and then forget to return it. She collects the scratch paper he threw, the notes he passed around, and the silhouettes of his shots. I like to be as quiet as dust, floating humbly in the sunshine.
He said that if a friend likes him, he can never be friends again. She believed it.
Until the Art Festival of the first grade of high school, she accidentally knew that everyone was hiding it from her - he had a girlfriend for a long time, but she actually knew it for a long time. Later he broke up and she didn't dare to pursue him. In his sophomore year of high school, someone chased him.
This time, she decided to really let 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
