He is no longer the pure and lovely him in our hearts.
? I remember when he went to bed every night in the first year of high school, he always liked to talk, talk about his feelings, tell his story, or comment on the beauties and handsome men in the class. Sometimes, he always made a sound, which made us laugh uncontrollably. We listen to the sea of ??hearts.
Later, when we heard that he was in love with a middle school girl, we made fun of him. He just smiled amiably and told us the story of him and that girl carefully and patiently. Meet online, get acquainted at the party, and know each other with the same heart. I was moved by their stories. This is pure love under the suffocation of colleges and universities, of course, it is divided. We touched the color of the true feelings together.
Now, it's the second year of high school again, and it's Singles' Day again. But everything has changed, thinned, scattered. He is not as fond of studying as before, he is no longer in the same dormitory with me, and he has become more unrestrained and open-minded. Became more casual and he was less focused when talking to him. I have to look for the spring of years on the road of youth.
Maybe, I have changed; maybe, he has changed, I have no way of knowing. I only know that I wrote a preface for him, but he didn't know it; I wrote a collection of his feelings, but he didn't know it. Perhaps, the feelings in the first year of high school are like a tree, which can't support it when it is shaken by the wind. But the turmoil in the dormitory is supporting us hard. Maybe in the future, 07502 will watch the other side of our love together.