When I was in the third year of high school, I took the postgraduate entrance examination and secretly talked about love with him who had a secret crush for two years. I was under a lot of mental pressure. I am bent on getting into a local school and determined to end my long-distance relationship and underground life, so that I can be with him forever and no one can be separated. But later, for various practical reasons, he suddenly told me to be friends again and felt that we were really inappropriate. Smiling at me is just a polite smile from a senior to a junior.
I was always jealous, secretly jealous of him and his first love, although that was a thing of the past. At that time, he was also a teenager who dared to love and hate. I was jealous that he felt sorry for the girl, because he was careful, leaving me calm and self-control. He told me, I envy your sincere feelings, you can still love so deeply, you can cry if you want, and my tears are almost dry.
When I was broken up for the first time, I sat on the basketball court and cried. The younger brother of a primary school student who plays basketball came to ask me, Sister, what's wrong with you? Are you okay? I shook my head, waved and wiped my tears in confusion. I was a little touched and thought I must be ridiculous. Looking up at the street lamp in the distance, it is also hazy. I felt very tired at that moment. I don't know what it means to study hard.
Now I feel that it was too narrow at that time, and there seems to be no other pursuit except love. Everything is a repetitive process, just like spring, summer, autumn and winter, which never stops. No matter the joys and sorrows in the world, what should come will come, and what should go will not stay.