Yesterday I read a short story about nostalgia for junior high school, recorded his evaluation of some people who remembered deeply, and also saw the truth that I have always known but refused to accept from the bottom of my heart. He liked it

Yesterday I read a short story about nostalgia for junior high school, recorded his evaluation of some people who remembered deeply, and also saw the truth that I have always known but refused to accept from the bottom of my heart. He likes the other person, so many clues in the past, so many obvious things can tell the truth that the person he likes is her, but I'd rather make excuses to deceive myself. Now he gives a frank answer. He put it down before he said it. Should I put it down? Until today, I understand that the memories I thought were unforgettable, he may have long forgotten. I don't have a shred of words in his short stories. Maybe a few years later, all he remembers is my name. I'm just a player. He shed tears in his story. A vague shadow in his youth that he never set off a ripple. Now he doesn't know, and he never will. There's a lot of it in my story, it takes up a lot of space. I wrote him into my heart because he set foot on thousands of galaxies and took boats to distant places. You went to all the galaxies with the autumn wind. Now, he looked at all the stories, and the moon was like frost.

He had no intention of wearing the wind, but he was lonely and led the flash flood. I'm a low-brow ferryman, but I prefer to murmur alone.

Suddenly remembering the clever love poem I gave him when I graduated that summer, the anonymous confession on QQ, the first time I plucked up the courage to make a cryptic confession. After graduation, I think maybe when we laugh and say goodbye, we know that goodbye is far away. I thought about asking him to study the new course together. Now I think it's precious to me because I liked him for three years of junior high school. From start to finish, I liked him from the beginning. But I already vaguely knew in my heart that he liked another person. I'm afraid he knows, he doesn't know, he pretends not to know. I always pretended not to care about him, but I always followed his messages. In fact, as long as he didn't say it to confirm that I knew he liked another person's conjecture, I still had a glimmer of expectation, so I couldn't stop. The most comforting fairy tale in the world is that you hollow out the person who has a crush on you, and he also hollows out his heart and has a crush on you. Unfortunately this is just a fairy tale.

I remember opening the dialog numerous times, but I had to be disappointed to close it again. I often think that if he really likes her, I should give up on the relationship. After all, I don't want to be too depressed. I always pretended not to care about staying away from him, not because I hated strangers, but because I liked it too much and was afraid to act obvious. I know there's nothing likely you don't want to sink deeper. For a moment I pretended not to care about passing by, close to him, a little different, but like the galactic distance between us. I couldn't walk into his world, but I didn't want to quit. Now think about the three years of junior high school, except to start in a group, there is not much intersection. After graduation, we can often intersect. I cherish it, and it's okay for him. At best, I was just a regular friend of his.

I still remember when the third year of junior high school was not good, it was very uncomfortable, it was never so bad, but he was comforting another person, and I was even more upset. How many times did you dislike it, it was over.

For example, after graduation, I joked with him about asking for a birthday present. After all, it was empty talk, and I knew maybe he didn't want to give. After all, I am nothing. Also, I want him to go to the movies and see the best of us. I have a purpose. I heard that the last Easter egg of the movie is confession to him by the people who brought here to watch the movie together. Too bad he didn't go. I went to the cinema with a good girlfriend.

In fact, after graduation, I hinted that he understood, and when he understood, he was silent. I should have understood long ago that silence is the answer, and dodging is the answer, but leave me with feelings, don't be too embarrassed, he doesn't know. I said a lot of logs and hoped he would see it. Although some of them were not my originals, they never understood with my heart. No need to understand. Only I was touched from start to finish. The moon under the sea cannot be fished, and the sweetheart is out of reach. My heart has always been a guest, but a person is a person in the bureau.

The hardest thing in the world is to pick the moon with your bare hands, and you can't like it.

But I also want to understand that when I can't completely forget a person, I will cherish it, seal it in an imperceptible corner, and quietly want to go in the dark of midnight. Birth is not timely, death is not timely, and gains are everywhere. White tea Qinghuan is nothing else. I'm waiting for the wind and with you. Bitter wine folded together, no wind, no moon, no you.

Maybe he has forgotten the poem "Phoenix Prisoner" that I said back then, there are beautiful people, never forget to see, a day to see, thinking like crazy. Phoenix flew all over the world looking for yellow, but beauty on the east wall. Use piano pronouns, chat and write, willing to speak with virtue, hand in hand. When to see Xu Xi, comfort me, don't fly, let me fall, let me fall. I wanted to imply that I liked him, but I didn't say it.

Butterflies are beautiful, after all, they can't fly in the sea. In some ways, like him, I'm far from seemingly calm inside. It's actually choppy waves. I used to think, wishing I was like a star, shining at night.

The so-called obsession, but can not ask, but it is difficult to give up, do not want to miss, but after all, the deep affection is me, the shallow fate is us, the falling flowers are intentional, the flow of water is merciless, in fact, it is the east flow. If that's the case, that's it. Since then, the mountains and rivers have not met. Hopefully in a few years we are the best we are. Butterflies are beautiful. After all, we can't fly the sea. At both ends of life, we stand on each other's shores. Why is the world a shock, but it is a secular person? Since then, I have forgotten about the jianghu, and if I don't know, I hope to meet someone better than you. Having said all that, it's much easier. Writing this is also to forget to let go of him. Although I thought that sometimes it was best to put it down, but whether he could see it or not, that was it. At this point, I remember my love in junior high school. You are young and happy, but also in the past. I also have to study hard and be better than him.

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