I often hear some friends say that they can't forget their ex and want to see their first love again, but what will it be like to really meet? Maybe most of them are just an obsession.

I got to know the boy near the exam in senior three, and our meeting was very dramatic. It was very popular for us to rent a private house outside the school when we were in high school. He lived opposite the building I rented, and every morning I would endorse it on the rooftop of the building. He also had this habit. It is said that he had been paying attention to me on the opposite roof for a long time, and then he decided to block me at the door of my building. Who knows that I usually don't take the main entrance, but go in through the back door of the landlord's canteen. So he waited at the door for several times but didn't meet me. Finally, one night, I went downstairs to buy a snack. He just came back from school for self-study at night and met me. He wasn't sure if it was me, so he tried to call out "classmate". I turned my head, and there was only me and him riding a bicycle on the road. I responded instinctively. He immediately rode up to me and asked, "Do you live in this building?" At that time, I couldn't see clearly that he had accepted it. I thought it was an alumnus of my school. It's not surprising that most students in the graduating class of the same school would say hello to each other.

after I thought this, I naturally chatted with him. It took half an hour to talk. At last, he didn't know that he was a student of No.2 Middle School and Grade Three until he talked to the school. I was taken aback and said, "We don't know each other?" He said, "I have known you for a long time, and I have been waiting for you at the door many times." To my surprise, he told me that he lived across the street and saw me endorsing on the roof every morning, and then he tried to block me at the door and know me. I was shocked and joked, "I've been under your surveillance. It's terrible!" . However, it felt good to chat with him. He was very happy to talk so much for the first time. Finally, we left each other's names and parted.

It sounds like a romantic and beautiful story. In fact, it's really beautiful when I think about it now, but I really didn't think so at that time, so I just felt that I had one more friend to chat with, and because I thought so at that time, I couldn't accept what happened later.

ever since we first met, he would wait for me downstairs from time to time. At that time, he couldn't contact me at any time without a mobile phone, and it was the only way to contact me. His grades were good, so I would ask him for help to explain the topics I didn't know. The classmates who lived with me at that time also had a good impression on him. In short, we were all familiar with each other at that time, and he would bring us anything good to eat (at that time, the landlord also knew him and knew that he was our friend, so he could come in and out freely). This harmonious day lasted until the college entrance examination was held immediately. We were all the examination rooms in our school, so our mood was relatively calm, and there was less panic in finding the examination room. Before the exam, he told me to wait for him after the exam and not to go back to my hometown.

I didn't care what he said at that time, but when I really finished the exam, there was a get-together in our class that stayed up all night. I went back to my apartment the next morning, and my classmates said that he had come to see me several times. Then the classmate thief said with a smile, "What's your relationship with him?" I said, "A relationship like yours." She replied to me, "How impossible? It's obvious that people like you." I was amazed, and then I quickly packed my bags and fled back to my hometown. Who knows, my classmate has sold me and gave him my home phone number (he knows which town I am in). As soon as I got home, his phone called, and he also packed his bags and followed me to my hometown town. Since I was awakened by my classmate, I was afraid to see him. Actually, I didn't hate him, but I just couldn't accept the fact that I was a good friend. When my relationship changed, I felt awkward facing him. So he came to my hometown town and asked me to meet him. I refused. He has been waiting for me at his classmate's place for a few days, and I dare not answer the phone again, so I asked my dad to help me cope.

Later, I heard from my classmates that he was admitted to a very good school and got a bonus from the school. He wanted to share this achievement with me, but I never gave him a chance, and I was about to cry. I was still a little touched when I heard it. But I was quite heartless when I was young, and I soon forgot about it.

Until I went to college, my thoughts gradually matured, and I also read many emotional stories, so I felt that the way I treated him before was very wrong, and I felt very sorry for him. I gradually wanted to find him to say sorry to him in person, and it became more and more intense since I had this idea, and then I was looking for whether the relevant classmates could find out, but he seemed to have disappeared without a trace. After graduating from college, I still didn't give up finding him. Finding him has become an obsession. I finally contacted him a few years after graduation. At that time, I was very excited to know that I found him, but it was only my unilateral excitement. I couldn't feel what waves he had. It is estimated that it is a bit strange why I found him.

after many years, we are not in the original state of mind, but an obsession. At first, we just chatted on QQ, asked about the recent situation, and felt his strangeness and coping, so I didn't dare to communicate too deeply, but I finally breathed a sigh of relief, as if I had been hung by a big thing and finally landed. The more we talked, the more I felt that it was a bit contrary to my original mood of looking for him, and I couldn't find our original mood when we were in the third year of high school. I have always been afraid to mention the original, but because I feel guilty about his thoughts, I belong to the weak side in conversation and always let him go intentionally or unintentionally. He was in another city, chatting on QQ for more than a month, and he proposed to meet me in my city. In fact, I couldn't guess his intention to meet him at that time, and I felt that he had lost his original enthusiasm and there was no need to meet him at all, but I promised him, so let's call it a final meeting.

I thought there would be something strange when I met him, but it didn't, just like an unfamiliar classmate who hasn't met for a long time, a familiar stranger. Why do I say it's a classmate I haven't seen for a long time instead of a friend? Because friends have feelings, but students who haven't said a few words in their class have no feelings. He arrived just at dinner time, so naturally we had dinner together. He said very little. Instead, I tried my best to find a topic to talk about, but it was quite embarrassing. I also forgot whether I mentioned what happened to him face to face and apologized. I thought he left after dinner, but he offered to sit at my place. I was living in a two-bedroom apartment with a classmate. When he came to our place, he was particularly embarrassed. I endured it all the way like atonement. It was late, and he didn't mean to leave. Instead, he naturally played games on the computer in my room. At this time, I tentatively asked him if he had booked a hotel. When do you go to the hotel? He replied, "I'm not going." Then there was nothing more, so I kept playing games with him. At this time, I was a little angry, but I still put up with it, so I slept directly with my classmates and locked the door.

Maybe I trusted him at the bottom of my heart, so I left him at our place. I ignored him and went to work the next day. My classmates went to work late. She told me that he played games all night, and he left soon after I left. Then I never contacted him again.

when I didn't get in touch with him, "finding him" haunted me like a heart disease, but when I got in touch, it was over and my heart was relaxed. The classmate joked: "I thought you would continue the previous story, but it ended like this." . Indeed, everything can't go back to the past. After many years, we are not in the original state of mind, but just an obsession. Finish this obsession, and the story will be over.