Green Thorn Fruit

He was the quietest secret in my entire senior year of high school. I was on the third floor and he was on the first floor. Forty-eight steps, walked four times a day. He didn't know me, but I knew his every expression. I didn't ask for his contact information. It's not that I don't want to, it's that I feel unworthy. Secret love is a personal matter. You don't know, but I remember it all. I remember your eyes fell on me on the day of the sports day. Remember the way you smiled and said "thank you". I remember the seventeen-year-old me, and I like the seventeen-year-old you. Later I became more beautiful and no longer wore glasses. But that girl with short hair, pimples all over her face, who doesn't even dare to talk to you, This is what I miss the most. ——To everyone who has ever had a crush on you