My spring heart started late, and at the very beginning, I didn't have that kind of mentality of getting the moon first, so that when one of my buddies chased her, I even helped write a love letter together! Of course, the last signature is my buddy.
In this way, although I have a vague affection for her and have some small thoughts in my heart, I haven't made a big move yet. At most, I pretend to meet her at school or deliberately delay time to go home with her after school. I spent many days in this ordinary way until my second year of junior high school. . This state of mine is basically the primary stage of secret love.
At that time, she and I were already good friends, so this kind of fate is quite enviable. So it is normal to have thoughts. In addition, a few good friends of mine wentssip from it, so that a lot of ambiguous bubbles suddenly appeared. We had our own activities in the computer class at that time, that is, we used the chat tool that comes with the system to chat in groups. In a certain class, my gossip friend used my username to chat wildly in the group, and he helped me to confess to Z without any hesitation. The class was hilarious. At that time, the little kids knew something, it was the most important thing to join in the fun, so Z and I were collectively watched by the class. Come home with her that night.
She asked: Why are you talking so nauseous in the computer class today? It's embarrassing
. I blushed subconsciously: I didn't. . .
So she asked again: Do you have anything to say, I'm going home. . . Just give you one chance. . . . (At the time, I was in a tangle because it was too sudden for me to express my words). . I'll leave if you don't say anything.
Of course, as always, I didn't know what to say there, so she left me.
So I'm in a hurry. He quickly took the courage to confess to her.
Well, of course Z rolled my eyes at me and then walked away. Now that I think about it, maybe she was trying to test me at that time.
That night, I went home alone, and I felt hot all over since I confessed. I went home alone and kept giggling. I was looking up at the ceiling at a 45° angle in the bathroom. My mother asked strangely at the time: What are you giggling there alone? Of course I was silent. Because at that time my family was very strict. Even if it was a letter from a female classmate, my mother would open it and read it.
Since then, I have been in a formal relationship with Z, and I often write poems to sing her praises and bring her favorite things and delicious snacks. There are so many stories that can't be told in one night. Secretly, I was afraid of being discovered by my parents. At that time, the biggest real problem was only the parents. I was afraid that I would be caught by the teacher and invited my in-laws to drink tea. Everything else is not a problem.
Now it looks so pure back then. Aside from the things that happened after that, the pure junior high school life, even the love came so clear.
Sometimes I wonder, why is the first love, such a small past event in life, branded in your heart for a lifetime, so that you can see the face of the lover in the past, whether it is sad, crazy or hateful now Yes, you will then go to the reverie of the precious youthful past, and then become stupid.
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