Tonight, graduation dinner. The day after tomorrow, graduation ceremony.
Everyone has to go their separate ways again. She will leave me eventually.
All good things must come to an end. No matter what is important, time will make it unimportant.
Time is such a bad thing that it always plays tricks on people.
Actually, I haven't thought much about her recently.
I used to think about it every day.
But on second thought, I never said anything to her.
Because I don't think I have the ability to undertake a love.
Yes, to be precise, I have a crush on her.
I changed a lot when I secretly loved her:
I began to live on campus every day, and I will arrive at the library on time no matter whether it is windy or rainy.
Sometimes I don't even go home on Saturday and Sunday.
Because, it is only possible to see her.
I began to study hard and ordered myself not to touch PCGAME (it was my favorite before her).
She is an excellent girl, and my grades can only be described by one word "ah".
Moreover, I began to reject all unhealthy things.
Because I think it will tarnish her image in my heart.
……
Indeed, I have changed a lot for her.
My roommate commented on me: This guy is crazy.
At that time, when I went home every week, I would record my feelings in my diary.
It is written in English, because I would be embarrassed to write such "love" in Chinese.
Later, I passed CET-4, and these diaries contributed a lot.
I remember one time, the library suddenly lost power.
My first thought is: If there is chaos, will she be all right?
I really won't put myself before others. But this time, I was really moved by myself.
I still remember the day one week before the exam week.
On the recommendation of a good friend of mine, she asked me a mechanical question that was not too difficult.
Oh, my god, I cann't believe I got the wrong answer.
In fact, I studied very hard that semester and generally answered other people's questions. But this happens to be her problem. ...
-I want to express myself too much, but it's a bad thing.
In order to make up for this mistake, I didn't go to the review class in this critical review week.
I wait in the library every day, hoping to tell her the correct answer to this question (she is smart and studious, but she doesn't like classes).
Results The night before the mechanical exam, I waited.
I approached her, pretending not to care (pretending to be dead) and waved stiffly.
She looked up with a little surprise.
What shall I do next? Yes, recite the lines prepared a week ago.
Oh, my God, where are they?
..... (the brain is blank)
It turns out that this is an impromptu test. I gave my performance 80 points.
In fact, if this cute chick didn't finally ask, "Really, did I ask you last week?" . I'll score higher.
After coming out of the library, on the way to the canteen, I smiled happily.
It attracted a lot of surprised eyes, but I didn't care.
That night, laugh, laugh, or laugh. Until my newly lovelorn roommate Tang warned me, I found the phone number of Huang Lao, the authoritative psychologist in this city.
Like a person is like this.
There are many more opportunities to be happy and sad than before.
But at this moment, why think about unhappy things?
Finally, let me recall how I began to like her.
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