I never stopped looking for her, I know she has a boyfriend and I still like her so much. Near graduation, I knew that her heart was about to go away; probably, in this life I would not

I never stopped looking for her, I know she has a boyfriend and I still like her so much. Near graduation, I knew that she was about to go away; perhaps, in this life, I would never have the opportunity to gaze at her so truly; on this campus, all the traces she left behind would become a touch of sentimentality in my heart. I loved her dearly beside her, but we had nothing to do with each other.

I found a corner and waited downstairs in her bedroom, watching her come and go in the crowd, watching her bedroom lights go out and on. Just like a little starlight in the vast universe, it has watched the earth for thousands of years, but all the vitality of the earth is given by the sun, what is the use of this seemingly innocent gaze? However, this bit of starlight will also look at the earth for thousands of years.

I converted my QQ chat history with her into text; in the class group, I downloaded all the photos of her figure, and also went to her QQ space to download her photos and take screenshots of all the text related to her; I built a folder, named "Si Yi", and all the downloaded content was imported into this folder.

I didn't care what day I graduated, I didn't know what day she left, but I remember the scene where she left: I watched her appear in front of me at the corner of the road, and then she smiled at me, or that bright smile, and so did I, we were far apart, the voice communication efficiency was too low, and the visual greeting was the best way, because we were not familiar with each other, and I turned and watched her disappear. Later, I also left the school.

After graduation, I added her WeChat, and I often looked through her information, checking her circle of friends one by one, looking for connections we might have. I tried to communicate with her about the latest situation, she didn't do well, but I didn't get a chance, she didn't say, but I knew. In this way, I have been silently worried about her and paying attention to her.

Perhaps, as one person said, I love you, what does it have to do with you? I do the same to her.