I always hate deleting his blessing. Every Christmas, New Year's Day, Spring Festival and Mid-Autumn Festival, he sends blessings to his old classmates. Although I can tell at a glance that it is the kind of hair, I will still exist one by one, even if it is full, I will not be willing to delete it. His code has long been deleted, but you can still recognize who the number 1 1 stands for at a glance. However, I will never have the courage to take the initiative to say "hello, hello" to him. Later, I heard that he went to school, but I found his name, but I was afraid to open it for fear of leaving traces of my visit on his page. Borrowed a friend's and added him as a friend. After reading all his signatures, journals and photos, I dare not leave a word. My best friend laughed at my cowardice, and I just laughed. No one knows my story with him. It's my deepest secret. All my courage disappeared after I sent him "I like you" that year. He is a very polite person and has never sent him back and forth. That time, he didn't say anything and has been silent until now. Page 1 When two people meet in January, they will pass each other every few seconds, sooner or later. I like you, you know?
Combining his photos with his own seems to be sitting together … By yiko/ Guangzhou has a thick diary locked in the drawer, almost all about him. I record every bit about him, and I never stop. Every time I take it out, I always think of myself who was stupid at the beginning. As soon as he is free, he will go to the space of people who are related to him, search photos and messages, hoping to find something. Secretly combine his photo with his own, as if we were sitting side by side. It's just that I seldom look at that photo. I am very excited and happy when I look at it. I looked around, afraid of being seen and laughed at. I secretly recorded him playing basketball and watched it again and again in the classroom. I can recall his every move with my eyes closed. I used to sit downstairs waiting for him. When he came, he ran away and hid. When he entered the building, he didn't dare to come out again. Now that I think about it, all the possible intersections between me and him were avoided by me, and finally, they all became unrequited love. Remembering you is just for love. What you avoid is the figure, but what you can't avoid is the silent feelings.
Secretly look at his homework and his handwriting by Chuxue/Guangzhou. I don't really like him, do I? Obviously, I can eat and sleep without him. I don't have any adverse reactions if I don't miss him, but I feel particularly uncomfortable when I mention him. When talking to a friend, as soon as the corner of his eye appears, he either deliberately speaks loudly or suddenly becomes silent. When I collect my exercise books, I will deliberately open his books, read his homework and read his handwriting. Didn't you say the word is as it is called? His handwriting is very elegant and confident, some of which are not written by people of our age. I'm particularly curious. I deliberately chatted with his deskmate, chatted with his neighbors, and learned everything about him by innuendo. Even I found that he didn't speak until he was two years old ... Later, I became more and more interested in him, and my eyes would secretly follow him and I would deliberately go to places where he might pass. In case it happens, go up and say, "What a coincidence, why don't we go together?" I can't help laughing at the thought of such a scene. If he says he likes me, I will definitely say yes. It takes courage and luck to love someone. I like you, you know?
My happiest amulet is his Xiao Jing/Hong Kong student ID card. I found his student ID card and didn't return it. I kept it as my amulet. When I encounter difficulties, I stick it tightly to my heart, and I immediately have the courage to face the problems, as if he had given me strength. Go where he has been, listen to what he has heard, drink his favorite drinks, eat his favorite food, watch his favorite cartoons ... His name happens to be a super common adjective, and I will put it in newspapers and even posters for publicity. Others don't look at anything, but a smirk will emerge on their faces when they see those two words. When writing a manuscript, even if it is far-fetched, he will use his name. In short, I seem to feel that the more his name is in my life, the closer I can get to him. Although I am nearsighted, I will definitely find him in the crowd. Squinting, like a cat, as long as he is there, even if he only sees the back of his head or a corner, he can find it. However, when I met him several times, my heart beat so fast that I couldn't breathe, but I always lowered my head in the face-to-face moment. The courage I love can only be used after you turn around. The memory of your page can be removed, but your love for TA will always be on TA.
He is the deskmate I can never sit at. By Weishui/Wuhan If he knew that I had secretly smelled his scarf, would he be surprised to stutter? Actually, I'm surprised, too. We belong to two worlds, and it's hard to have an intersection, but it's always easy to attract all my attention. The unique boyish smell on his scarf, faint and warm, made me blush and my heart beat, and suddenly I had a secret in my heart. Our high school classes are arranged according to academic performance, so I sit in the first row and he sits in the last row. No matter how badly I did in the exam and how hard he worked, we couldn't sit at the same table. My only hope is that I can sit in the same column with him every time, so that when I hand out the papers, I will pass them one by one from the front to the back, and we will be very happy when we are in a pile. It seems that all boys with poor grades in high school play basketball well, and so does he. I envy those girls who go to cheer for him aboveboard. They are all familiar with each other. If I go, he will be surprised, right? I pretended to do other things on the playground, walking and skipping rope. In fact, I watched him play out of the corner of my eye. I've done so much about him, now that I think about it, that memory is all about him. I just haven't had the courage to say the word "like" in my memory. Even if I say how much I like to love in the future, I can't say it in front of him. This is the lover who belongs to youth. There is more than one red line of fate on the January page. They start from your heart and extend radially through your little finger. I like you, you know?
When I met him for the 99th time, I went to tell him how happy I was on the road. /Yesterday after class, I came out of the classroom to eat in the canteen. Because I had a big class next to their classroom today, I specially wore a bright red skirt. When I went down the stairs, I was still wondering if I should walk slowly and maybe meet him. I giggled as I thought about it. Once I laughed, I couldn't stop. I laughed so silly that time. As a result, he walked right in front of me and I bumped into his eyes. Staring at him, I couldn't take my eyes off him for a moment, and I couldn't help laughing at the same time. So what he saw was a strange girl in a red skirt giggling at him. I guess he still thinks I'm crazy. It's really a pity. Yesterday was the third time I met him this week. I wanted to tell him my confession when I met him for the 99th time. I like you, like white clouds overhead in the middle of the night.
The ugly duckling once liked the white swan. So you are still here/Chengdu. Self-abased since childhood. I am a girl, short, with dark skin and round body like a bucket. Plus I have no talent, I can't write poetry, I can't sing, and my grades are the same. After meeting him, I became more inferior. Because he is tall and handsome, fair-skinned, like a movie star. He can play ball, sing and dance, with good grades and great figure. He really has everything he wants. There are many girls in school who secretly like him, and I am just one of them. I finally got his MSN, but I don't know what to say after adding him. I thought about it for almost a month, but I didn't come up with a wonderful opening remark to strike up a conversation. So I had to open his MSN every day, look at his head, and then touch his face with my finger on the screen when no one was around, thinking about the wonderful opening remarks. Over and over again, until I turn off the avatar. Sometimes I wonder how he would feel if he knew that such an ugly duckling had liked him. You think I want to eat swan meat? I dare not think about it any more. If I want to go on, I'm going to cry. The pages I saw in January are free and easy, and they are all helpless after heartbreak. I like you, you know?
You asked me how much I care about him, that's all. Is that enough? By being late/Shantou, you ask me how much I care about him? The first thing I do online every day is to search for his reply on the BBS we often go to. I can basically remember all the contents of his reply, and I can also read all his tiredness in the reply. I know he has a girlfriend who is lovelorn, but has been together. Even so, I have been waiting, waiting for the pain. Every day I surf the Internet, I keep opening his photo album to see if there are any new photos. I can remember his movements and expressions in every photo. Everything stored in the library is his, and his is very few, so I keep everything he gave me well, even if there is only one word to reply to me: yes. Every time I play with my big friend, I sneak a look at him and then chat with others casually. I bought a lot of hair clips because he said my bangs looked good. I don't eat Chili, and I speak softly to protect myself from catching a cold, because he said my voice sounded comfortable. I take his words as an imperial edict. You ask me how much I care about him? That's all. Is that enough? I really like you. I closed my eyes and thought I could forget, but the tears I shed didn't deceive myself.
Write her name or abbreviation in the hidden corner of many textbooks. When Xiaotian/Hanzhong was at school, her name or abbreviation was written in the hidden corner of almost every book. Whenever a classmate borrows my book to copy notes, I feel very nervous and find various excuses to refuse, which is very stingy. I often pretend to scratch my head in class just to secretly turn to her direction. When the students in her direction answered questions, I dared to look at her confidently, at her eyebrows, at her eyes and at her thoughtful expression. I can't figure out why I dared not say "like" to her at that time. My good writing is cultivated from writing poems for her. I wrote one warm poem after another for her in a clean notebook, but I never showed it to her because I was embarrassed. Look at yourself. You can always smell green. Although I sit far away from her, I sometimes pass a small note across the mountain to chat with her. Topics are usually boring. I never talk about sensitive topics because I am embarrassed. I still have those little notes and take them out from time to time. I chose a way to commemorate her and this relationship: use her name to do all the online registration information, including the answers to security questions. If I can meet her again one day, I will definitely give her a hug and tell her: I'm sorry I missed you. PAGE It's raining in January, so you can take an umbrella. It's raining, what should I do? I like you, you know?
In fact, we never really started with slowsun/ Chongqing. I don't remember who said ambiguity was a whirlwind. My relationship with him is also like this, unclear and silly. My love for him turned into a marathon with many conditions. The happiest thing is to talk to him in class, but later, he gradually stopped talking. If he is silent, I will think that he is chatting with others or playing games, because he has no patience to talk to me. Although even if he does that, there is nothing wrong, but I will be inexplicably angry and irritable. When I sleep every day, I will recall what he said that day and guess what he meant at will. I find myself crazy, and sometimes I even feel a little abnormal when I calm down. Whenever he disagrees with me, I can't help feeling that he is starting to give me the cold shoulder, even though we never really started. Maybe he really thinks I'm a moody clown, playing the leading role on my own stage, but there is no audience under the stage. You always remember you when you are very fragile.
Look for him no matter where he is, knowing that he doesn't know himself … By Little Universe Head Beauty Girl/Yueyang I like what he likes, and I love what he loves. He likes listening to Jay Chou. Even though I think Jay Chou has a lisp, he has won all the albums of Jay Chou. He likes to eat stinky tofu, even if I can't accept it at first, I still eat it with my nose held. After more than a year, I must eat when I go out now. When I go to school, after school, when I eat, and when I go shopping, I always subconsciously see if he is nearby. If he were here, my behavior and words would be unnatural. If he is not here, I will feel very disappointed. Even if I am happy, it seems that something is missing, which is a pity. I met him in KFC that morning. If I have the courage, I should greet him openly and say, "Hi, I like you." However, in reality, I hid and hid, as if afraid that he would find out. Really helpless. He obviously doesn't know me, but I still want to hide. Nothing else, just don't want him to find me ... if he finds me, I'm afraid he'll be found peeking later, right? Contradictions, if found, will they become friends? I'm a little excited to think of this. Why do people like others ... pagejanuary doesn't want to cherish the memories along the way, without your story. I like you, you know?
The only important thing in class is to look at him. The only important thing in class is to look at him. His every move is engraved in my heart. As long as he makes a move, I know what he will do next. It is safe to sit behind him. His broad shoulders just stopped me. The teacher can't see my gaze at him (it turned out that I was hiding my ears), and neither can he. He only regards me as an ordinary classmate, er, at most, a classmate who is convenient to borrow books and erasers. Maybe I know him best, but I hid it well and he hasn't found it yet. Listen to him secretly, I know where he goes to eat and what clothes he likes, and then write it down silently, and give him a good birthday present and hide it in the closet. Thinking that if there is an opportunity in the future, give it to him together. Later, when I heard him talking about his girlfriend, I couldn't stop looking up to prevent my nose from getting sour and tears from falling. Those gifts don't seem to be delivered ... it's a short-term regret to recall your mistakes; It is a permanent regret to miss it.
No matter what feelings you have, there is always a time when the tide ebbs. I think I may be a freak. Students say that the food in the canteen tastes terrible, but I think it tastes good. Libra, it is always good to have someone to accompany you in everything, and it is always a bit embarrassing to eat alone. Later, I found a boy who frequented the canteen as often as I did. I looked for him when I was bored, but once I stared at him, he also noticed me and turned to stare at me. I was embarrassed at that time and just wanted to bow my head to pick up the meal. Gradually, we met more often in the canteen and nodded occasionally. Now, he is getting thinner and thinner. I hope he can get fatter, live a better life, have a congenial partner and study hard ... Before I graduated, I ordered a song for this meeting on the radio, so we probably won't meet again. At first, the feeling of connection between heaven and man is slowly fading. No matter what feelings, there will always be low tide. I hope I won't feel stupid in retrospect after many years. I wish us all happiness. I like you, so please don't walk around in my world. You're here. I'm afraid I won't let you out. I like you, you know?
I always thought, listen to your shoulders, you can live a lifetime. Every time we arrive in Tianjin, we are all good "buddies", and we are tired of fighting together all day. You said your wife was generous and wouldn't care about this with my tomboy. You said she was at ease with both of us. In fact, my heart is also very small. If you accidentally hurt me, it will be very sad and painful. But I'm a tomboy. I'll hide. Otherwise, how could you come back with me and drag me to play basketball in the scorching sun ... Then you heard me tell others that you were a vicious Cinderella stepfather and dragged me out to "keep warm" on a hot day, and as a result, you were almost smoking. Once it rained heavily, we came out of the Internet cafe together. Although we were holding an umbrella, we turned into two ducks. You are amazing, you put your wet coat on me, and you say that you are in such a poor figure that you have to be drenched in a perspective suit like others. I pinched you to hide my blush. Perhaps the warmest thing between us is that you and I listen to music with headphones on. It will be very compact and quiet. In fact, your favorite heavy metal often hurts my ears, but I won't take it off again. At that time, I always thought that I could live my whole life by listening on your shoulder. The memory of you is full of her movies, but not me.
I like to keep peeking at him when I meet him, and don't stop until I meet him ... by se7en/He is a sophomore in Shanghai, and we are in the same department. Seen from a distance, he is not tall. Once I passed by, I found that he was still quite tall, with beautiful eyes and a crooked nose. I never dared to look at him openly. He has a girlfriend. They often go out in pairs in schools and corridors. Others say they don't deserve it, but I still wish them well. Although I envy that girl very much, I often fantasize that I am his girlfriend. If only I were standing next to him. After getting him, I have one more thing every day, that is, I look at my face in a daze, expecting this lovely little penguin to suddenly light up and jump up, and then ask me who I am. However, not once. I don't have enough courage to pat him on the shoulder when I meet him. In this way, I seem to have done nothing for him. I have been peeking at him since I met him, and I have been looking for his shadow since I didn't meet him. January page of my life, you came in a hurry, and then disappeared. I like you, you know?
I wrote down his name and put it under my pillow, thinking that I would dream that when he was in the third year of Lan Bing/Guanggao, he would have classes or exams every day, and his life was so depressed that he would only stare blankly on the balcony during recess 10 minutes. So, on that Tuesday afternoon, I saw him coming out of the opposite music building wearing a white T-shirt. The early spring sun shone on him, so youthful and energetic, I suddenly caught my eye. Every Tuesday, I will stand on the balcony and wait for him to come out from the opposite side after his music class. I tried my best to ask my classmates about him. I learned that he was a senior one, and I found out his class and name. At that time, there was a very popular song called "Sleeping with Your Name", so I wrote down his name, put it under my pillow, and slept with it every night, thinking that I would dream about him. Later, I graduated from high school and was admitted to an ideal university. When I packed my things and went to report for duty, I saw this paper again and stared at the name on it for a long time. I can't remember the boy's appearance, only his dazzling white T-shirt in the sun ... What Page Memories of You once thought was unforgettable was gradually forgotten by us in the process of our obsession.
Walking around the school every day just to meet at the school gate ... After going to college on Wednesday/Harbin, I often get it suddenly before going to bed. Whenever this happens, I will habitually be full of energy and chat with him when I am sleepy all day. He felt that when he was in junior high school, he was often left behind to make up lessons. I am an active member of the club, so I always meet at the school gate and go to the station together. Unlike now, we are far apart and can only rely on it. I echoed: Ah, yes. I thought, do you think this is a coincidence? Even if I leave school early, I will walk around the school until you leave, so as to ensure that I can "bump into you" every day. When it was time to press the send button, I was worried that he would think I was in a hurry and perfunctory, so he suppressed a few lines and took a few minutes to send it out. If he hasn't come back for a long time, he will explain to me. I laughed off his apology and continued chatting with him. During the chat, he suddenly mentioned that someone gave him a gift anonymously. I will call him back. Maybe it's from your admirer. In fact, this sentence is true, because I am the one who gave the gift ... those lonely days are all to meet you. I like you, you know?
On her 17 birthday, I gave her 16 daisies and one …bye/ Shenzhen. I cried for her when she was lovelorn. She was bullied by hooligans, and I fought for her. She had a high fever, and I, I braved the rain to give her what she wanted to eat. I followed her secretly, often peeking at her in the dark, collecting her finished drink bottles, keeping her hair and asking others for her photos ... She sent a friend message on the radio, so I wrote more than N letters to her under different pseudonyms, and even registered more than a dozen messages on her space. As long as you dream, there is bound to be her figure, and you will unconsciously write down her name and think of her smile when studying. I expect her to be my life partner, but I don't have the courage to tell her. Watching her throw herself into a new relationship, she didn't say something as simple as "I like you". The stupidest thing is to be brother and sister. Give her 16 daisies and a white rose on her 17 birthday. She asked why, but I didn't say it, and I haven't said it now. This is my secret, and no one ever knows it. When the daisy means that I love her, the white rose means that my love is dead. About your memory If we grow old together, that sentence "I like you" is a milestone; If not, it's an epitaph.