Miss You

It's a short story that I wrote on a whim because of the stories of people around me. It's actually not very interesting. More than a thousand words is really very little, but it's that feeling I want to express. I like them, but they are timid. In the end, I miss each other, leaving no regrets. I can only watch the person I like running into the arms of a better person.

Who has no regrets in their youth? I also wanted to write a short story before, why a short story? Because my middle school life was not as beautiful and sad as youth literature. It was simple, pure, contradictory, silent, and hindsight. There were not many ups and downs stories to tell. A short story is enough. When I wrote it, I felt that it was a very bland story. There was no twist, no happy ending, not even a tragic ending. There were only misses, embarrassing misses. When I started writing this story, the sadness at that time had already left me. Time quietly took them away, leaving only the withered fragments on the ground. When I accidentally remembered it, I bent down to pick up a piece, put it in my mouth and chewed it, it was a little green...