Library

He was the first time I really liked someone, but I couldn't touch him. His face lingers in my mind. I think he is my white moonlight, so that I cannot forget it after a long, long time. During the 10-minute break, I always run back and forth in the corridor. I think the one closest to us should be ranked every time. I have seen him at his most vulnerable, and I tried to be the one to save him. I should know how I could break into his world. Later, I really became that person, but in his eyes, it was me but not me. I should have known that these were all just illusions. He said he fell in love with me, but I didn't look back. I don't know if I still like him as much as I did in school. I regard him as light, but in fact, in the vast sea of ​​people, we are all just dust. After all these years, I still feel moved when I see him again. Here I am. It turns out that the person I loved in my youth will never be forgotten in my life.