The feeling of crush? (What’s it like to be in love?)
What’s it like to be in love?
It’s like putting a seed in the deepest corner of your heart, taking root and sprouting, and wrapping around your entire chest at a certain time.
15 to 18 years old is my hardest and most struggling period.
The memory of high school life is the smell of piles of papers wrapped in dust, the smell of sweat mixed with the boring air in the classroom, the feeling of inferiority and confusion, which makes you feel awkward when walking…
It was in this life that I found that person who was full of light.
All eyes are your fault.
From the moment I was introduced to Youyou. When you speak, my eyes never leave you.
You seem to break through all the types of people I have ever seen, and then stand in front of me shining. I can’t get enough of you.
At that time, the military training was late, and you stood in the opposite queue, and I watched you secretly in the dark environment. Street lights shine on your face, I think you are so dazzling, but I am standing in the dark.
I can always find you at a glance in countless scenes.
Passing by, full of expectations. I looked up – it was really you.
You are a secret that I cannot mention.
It’s a bit talkative with friends, but I’ve never told anyone how I feel about you.
I secretly collected your photos and uploaded them to the empty room together with photos of many other classmates.
I accidentally wrote your name on the exercise book, and I flipped through it occasionally, and saw that I was in a hurry, so I tore it up and threw it into the trash can in the toilet.
I asked my friend to accompany me to the places where you often appear after class. When my friends ask me why, I always make things up.
My eyes are always on you, but I discuss other things around you with others.
You are so close to me.
When we are closest to you, we are the front and back tables, only 50 cm apart.
Almost every day I watch you walk into the classroom with the corners of your mouth raised and your head slightly tilted, and then sit in the back row of mine.
You are very funny and cute, sometimes I will laugh in front of you when I hear the strange conversation between you and Coco at the same table. There is always a ray of sunshine on the face, which can melt the ice in life. When I see you, there is always a smile in your eyes and the corners of your mouth. You work very hard, you don’t say anything when you are studying hard, but you can only hear the sound of the tip of the pen dropping the paper and turning the book…
Obviously you are behind me, but I feel infinitely far away from you, As if I have never been in a photo with you, my heart is full of loss and sadness.
I dare not tell you too much. When I meet you, I just smile or pretend not to see. When I met you later, I lost the courage to smile, so I could only hide in the crowd and look at you quietly.
Unrequited love is sweet, and you will be excited when you pass by each other for a little moment; unrequited love is very bitter, it comes and goes between changing your mind and changing your mind, endless…
Recalling that time now, and thinking of the self-abased, gloomy, and cautious self, I always have mixed feelings.
I think that stupid memory is always suitable to be put back in the tight corner of my heart, and then occasionally take root and sprout, wrapped around my whole chest.