"I looked at your back and wanted to speak."
In the third year of my crush on her, I was admitted to the same university as her.
In high school, unlike her who was so dazzling, I was inconspicuous at all. I was the nerdy fringe member of the class who was lamented countless times that my name did not match my appearance.
But even a marginal person like me secretly thinks about the "moon" that can only be seen from a distance but not played with.
Just when I thought this secret love would end in vain,
The moon only sheds moonlight on me.
…
Two years after we broke up, I saw her again at a high school reunion.
She is still as beautiful as before, making people unable to take their eyes away. I have changed a lot compared to when I was in high school and college, but I still don't have the courage to look at her directly.
Even though it was she who gave up on me first...
"Do you have any chemistry with me?"
"Constant."
Former campus: taciturn world-weary nerd VS the gentle and beautiful school beauty
Post-city: Daddy-type international supermodel VS intellectual beauty barrister
PS: This is a first-person perspective. We didn't break up, we didn't break up, there was a misunderstanding, so we won't break the label of reunion.
Intention: Dare to chase whatever you want.
