After watching haha.
Everyone will have such memories, right, secretly liking a person, and seeing him will be very happy.
I suddenly remembered that I should write an outline for my novel these few days, and I kept putting it off. One was because I was lazy, and the other was because I was so afraid to think about many things in the past. However, all of a sudden I remembered it tonight.
Looking at it, I remembered everything about myself. Laugh and cry together with them in the play. I cried and laughed because of my past.
There are always certain courses that are so eager to take. At that time, he always sat in front on the left, and I sat in the back. I have been forcing myself to look straight ahead, looking at the blackboard and looking at the teacher. But there were always times when I couldn't help it, I couldn't help but quietly turned my eyes away, and found that he was looking back at me. My heart beat faster, I bowed my head, and hurriedly flipped through the book.
I know all the friends in his circle, but I just don't know him directly. Inquire about his situation around the corner and know his information. And then complacent, that man had no idea that I had learned so much from his words.
Go to see his paintings, go to the studio where he takes classes and take a sneak tour.
Always pretending to be nonchalant when passing by his side. However, I always know his time rules, and I meet him on the way to the library again and again on the way to the end of get out of class.
She cut her beautiful short hair, and was caught off guard when he walked by. Seeing his visibly surprised look made me happy for a week. Turns out he was really paying attention to me.
I have his number but dare not call him. Every time friends gather, as long as he is present, he is nervous and doesn't know what to say, so he only knows how to drink. I want him to know that I'm not a girl who plays outside all the time, but I'm also afraid that he thinks I'm a boring girl who doesn't know how to play. All kinds of conflicting feelings are tangled and uncomfortable.
At the end of each meeting, I carefully recall what he said, his expression, his eyes, and his tone. His frowns, smiles and jokes are all in my heart.
My memories of him have written a novel of 100,000 words. This is my twentieth birthday present.
Do everything you can to make yourself better. Hope to match him one day. Even if he later said to me, "You should find someone better, I'm not good enough."
Can he still be so young?
I cried while watching. I cried because I finally realized that youth really left me.
There is no longer that kind of bewildered heartbeat, no longer that kind of heartbeat just because you look at me one more time and be at a loss.
So while a lot of people don't like my school, I can't hate it. Because this is where I met you.
Although I liked you for the past four years and more than a year after working, others thought that I was too abnormal, but as long as I felt like I was enjoying it, why not?
I used to follow my beautiful roommate like an invisible man. At that time, I thought it was a lot of grievance and pain. Now I often deal with the sudden chat with Mr., politely joking, rejecting, and dealing with strangers who feel good. He can also talk and laugh easily... Suddenly, he discovered that the shy little girl had really disappeared without knowing it. I was left with a complete stranger. I thought I was immune to all poisons, but I couldn't cry myself when watching this kind of warm and bloody drama late at night.
I used to wonder if the person I liked actually liked me. If you like it, why don't you tell me; if you don't like it, why is there such an ambiguous move that I can't calm down. Now that he is relieved, the past is gone, just keep him in the bottom of my heart. It was he who made me understand that for the person I liked, I would really be as low as the dust, and I worked hard to make myself better for him.
Mr. Shu, you must be happy.
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