It seems that on the day of class, you came to me in high spirits, probably saying, "You signed up for table tennis!" " I was puzzled and said, "Yes, what's the matter?" You seem happy to say, "I signed up for table tennis, too." I said, "So what?" (The water is cold ...) You seem a little embarrassed and say, "No, I'm just saying." (probably)
Since then, I have a strange feeling about you. My heart tells me that this is the feeling of a friend.
We were late for the first class in the afternoon, but we couldn't find a seat. It took us a long time to find a team. We stand on the left of two female students in Class 9. Later, we spent every table tennis class together in the first half of senior one. These are all our wonderful memories.
Later, I took the monthly exam. I knew you were the best student in our class from the first monthly exam. My heart tells me that I will worship you. Later, I didn't often go with you for a while, and I forgot who I always went with. In short, I didn't spend much time with you, and our relationship didn't change much until one day, it changed my life.
It's ... a big physical education class. You and Sister Bei had a seemingly quarrelsome incident because of their sitting posture. Later, you left in tears, and no one went (our class was really cold ...). I chased you. I always comfort you. I remember we were in the toilet. Later, you said to me, "My classmates say you are clingy, but now, you are with me."
I know, from that moment on, I regard you as the best friend of our class, and I like you very much. (statement: I am not a lesbian! ! ! )
In the second half of the semester, because of the disorder of discipline, our class got a seat professionally, and because of Wu Zongjun (sitting in front of me), I was very lucky to be sandwiched between Xu Xinyi and you (thank you Wu Zongjun! ) So our friendship index began to rise rapidly. By the end of the semester, I think you have regarded me as a friend.
After the summer vacation, I began to worry about changing seats when I started school. Fortunately, I didn't, but I didn't know that a bigger disaster was waiting for me.
September 19 You told me that she would apply for a visa to the United States tomorrow. I didn't care at first, thinking that you just 10. 1 went to America. I even asked you specifically that you wouldn't leave, would you? Is it 10? I want to go out to play. Although there is no clear answer, I am much relieved. I'm sure you won't leave. Even if you hate Jia, you will never leave this class.
But the opposite is true. The Monday before the sports meeting is a veritable black Monday. You didn't come early that day. The fact is that it happens every day. We had already started practicing at that time, and I was thinking about when you would come while stepping on it. At that time, you came.
Tell me that she is going to America as soon as you come. My heart suddenly seems to have been cut by a knife. I'm a little scared and disappointed. I felt lost in the training team that day and needed to cry, but I couldn't cry. Maybe it's the feeling of wanting to cry. Life after that was somewhat disappointing and bleak. It is always unpleasant to think that you are leaving. In the last week, you have been saying that distance produces beauty and you don't like being too close. I always want to be as far away from you as possible, but whenever something happens, I always habitually turn my head to the left. There's really no way. This has become a habit, a reflex action.
Finally, that day, you had to leave. I dragged Xu back the afternoon you left, but I just didn't want you to go. You don't seem to want to cry, but I knew you couldn't help it when I saw your expression. Some things can't be forced. Before you left, you said you hadn't seen Wang for three seconds. I'll run in and look for it right away. Later, you said you were sorry, but I think it's the last time. Don't leave any regrets.
After you left, life became empty. I was fine the other day, but I will often think of you later. This is a kind of wine, which feels sweet at first, but it has full stamina.
Since then, I check my email every day when I go home, always full of expectations. When you receive an email, you will laugh, a kind of joy, a kind of excitement, not because of the content, but because of your name and your news. After getting your news, I will feel particularly at ease. I can even feel your special breath, special tone, and feel that you are very close to me. Sometimes, your appearance will emerge, and this is the last thing that comes to mind (as for this. . . . I can't remember two minutes after you left. . . . . . ) This kind of excitement, which I can describe in words, is a feeling I got after waiting for a long time, which makes me feel more at ease.
The title of your email is very eye-catching. God knows I'm not lying. What wastes a few minutes at a time, but I know. You won't feel wasted when you write. You want to disguise yourself and make yourself more humorous and stronger. I never think this is a waste, because I know that this little email has precipitated your feelings for me. I always feel insufficient after reading it, but I am very excited. Yes, I'm excited. I feel full of strength after receiving your letter, even at ten or eleven o'clock.
I am jealous. I don't have to lie about it. I envy your little reaction when someone says that she knows you best. I don't want to say how I know you. I know that if you say something you want to hide, it will only make you sad. . . This is a stronger and more hateful feeling, a feeling of "feeling suppressed in the middle" but unable to "send it out". Just two weeks before you left, I spent it in this mood, and it broke out, but it became more and more difficult to reveal. It was really weird. To tell you the truth, I love to cry. If this happens to someone else, I can't help it. However, when it comes to me, it is a feeling of wanting to cry.
The day you left. I finally cried. Yes, that time, I didn't expect to cry, but when I saw you crying, there was a drop of liquid in the corner of your eye, which might be water or tears.
You were sad when you left. You pass by and run after you. This may be an attachment or a habit.
Loving you has become a habit, and your name will be engraved in my heart forever.