Here, I want to tell my story. . . The story of an ordinary and ordinary teenager.
I finally escaped from the primary school life, which was made difficult by the head teacher everywhere, and entered the junior high school life. My first unrequited love, also my first love, kicked off.
In grade one, I watched the whole class, and then I saw a particularly lovely girl. . . At that time, I was still very young, young and naive, just a kind of ignorant love, just a kind of inexplicable care. With the gradual passing of junior high school life, my feelings have become more and more clear ~ At that time, it was particularly popular in our junior high school to recognize my sister, that is, to recognize learning as my sister, and to be commensurate with my brother and sister at ordinary times. Xiao Ning (a pseudonym) inexplicably has a so-called brother ~
At that time, I was very unhappy to see them getting bigger and smaller every day. However, if you have a secret crush, you won't say it in your heart, or you feel uncomfortable. At this time, the habit of hitting the wall was formed.
Later, Xiao Ning had a date, but I still can't forget that feeling. When my friends play jokes on them, I will respond with a smile until my face is stiff and tears come out.
Later, Xiao Ning quarreled with her partner. At that time, she cried so sadly and looked so fragile and helpless. I saw all this in my eyes, and my heart ached. This feeling is ten thousand times worse than jealousy. Maybe this is the so-called care, maybe this is love, maybe this is the feeling of trying to protect her from any harm ~ maybe. . . This is the purest love. During that time, many people in our class fell in love with self-mutilation, that is, cutting some knife marks on their arms with paper knives. I looked at Xiao Ning, who was crying secretly, and silently carved a big word "Ning" on my arm.
Gradually, I can't stand this feeling of suffering. When Xiao Ning was crying, I began to give her a pack of tissues. When she got lost, I gave her a note to comfort her. The bravest thing I did during that time was to hand her a bottle of Assam milk tea after she cried, telling her, "If you cry too much, you will be short of water. Make up some water."
After handing over more notes, she gradually chatted through the notes, and she began to tell me something about her thoughts and things she liked or hated. She called me a bosom friend. I didn't know what the word meant at that time. Probably the antonym of femme fatale ~
This life lasted about a month and a half, and I finally made up my mind to confess. The feeling and impulse that I want her to know anyway is really irresistible. I still dare not tell her face to face, even if I don't have the courage to hand over a note. I confessed to her on QQ. At that time, mobile phones were not as advanced as they are now, and mobile QQ was not as fancy as it is now. Some of them are just some basic expressions and common words. I didn't say much, but simply sent a few words "I like you". Clicking that send button seems to have exhausted all my strength. For a few minutes, I have been shaking with excitement, sitting there panting as if I had just finished running 100 meter sprint. A few minutes later, I received a message, "Hmm". Since then, I have been chasing girls for a year and a half.
I know you must be curious about the result of this first love. In fact, the ending of Qian Qian's puppy love is the same. There is no happy ending, no fairy-tale love, graduation, breakup, to be precise, I didn't catch up at all ~ but even so, I don't regret it. This memory is very precious, and I cherish it. Looking back on that time now, I won't be disappointed or sad. I couldn't help smiling and gave it to my immature youth love and to myself who dared to express myself at that time.
No matter who you are, I want to send you something you secretly love but dare not say: "I like you, and I want to tell you that even if I can't make friends in the end, it doesn't matter, because I don't lack friends, I just need you."