That Year You Were at the Back Table

It's very similar to love - at that ignorant age, we didn't know what love was, we just liked to stay with each other, study math problems or compete in every exam, and no one was convinced. He also loved to play with my fried ponytail, and I loved to look at his deep eyes... But then we broke up three years later, went to different junior high schools, and had no contact again. I kept thinking about him and wondered if he would forget me... Fortunately, later we were admitted to the same university and even the same major... However, the ending is always a little sad - I thought I would know what love is, but we saw each other without words and became strangers, and he didn't even reply to my messages. After the joy and excitement of filling out the same application by chance, I gradually learned to just regard him as an old classmate. Finally, in a confession, he told me that he had a girlfriend. I didn't even think about it. I just wanted him and his girl to live happily ever after. And I...