The Impact of the Crispy Angle

He always sat across from her in the library, three desks apart, like an impassable river. On the eve of graduation, he put a note in the book she often borrowed: "The distance is 29.8 Centimeters. I measured it for four years." Years later, when sorting out old books, she found that on the borrowing card of the book, each column had a date written on it, with the same number next to it. She finally understood that some distances are not meant to be crossed, but to prove that someone has loved you so seriously and carefully.