She always sat in the back row of the classroom by the window, her eyes passing through the flying test papers and landing on the tall figure in the front row. I repeatedly traced his name on my homework book countless times, and then secretly erased the traces with an eraser; I purposely took long detours just to meet him by chance, and when I passed by him, my heart beat so fast that it almost burst out of my chest. This love hidden deep in my heart is like a dandelion in spring, growing quietly in a corner that no one notices.
My story with him continues
Purpose: Three years of high school
