He and I were classmates in elementary school. We had almost no contact during the four years in elementary school. He also liked to laugh at me for "squinting my eyes" and calling me Du Haitao. I think besides being a bit good-looking, he is really good-looking. Disgusting. In fifth grade, he and I were roommates, and unexpectedly we had very similar interests. To be honest, it's quite ordinary, just the things they did when they were young. In fact, everyone's youth is very similar, but everyone will remember those wonderful experiences. I would copy his homework, and he would give me benefits, and we would joke and chat together. Unknowingly, we got closer and closer.
? I don’t know when he liked me, and I don’t know when I fell in love with him. I remember the first time I realized that I seemed to like him. It was because we were not roommates together. He was arranged with the most beautiful girl in our class. Like all supporting actresses, I didn’t like that girl, even a little bit. Hate. I was jealous of her because I also wanted to be so conspicuous, sensitive and inferior to her, who was always so confident, which I thought was a very ironic contrast. I would secretly look at him and her, and thought they were a good match together. She was good-looking, and I was so ordinary, so they were a good match. But what I didn’t expect was that he would tell the teacher that he wanted to sit with me and wanted to change his seat. She was the most popular girl in the class. I don’t know how to describe my mood at that time, but I was sure at that time. I really like him. I asked him why he sat here. She was so pretty, but he said she was too stingy to copy his homework. Years later, I found out that he wanted to switch over because he liked me, but at that time, that reason was enough for a girl who felt very humble to smile.
He is really nice to me. I didn’t mention it deliberately, but he would remember what I wanted and give it to me. Maybe I just mentioned it casually and even I forgot about it. These are imprinted in my heart bit by bit. We often have things, and he hates people I hate, and he often likes things I like. After so many years, to be honest, I have never met anyone who understands my feelings better than him. people.
? Our ending, like most youth stories, is fruitless. We had a fight once, which was one of the things I regretted the most in my life. At that time, we were like the word "young and energetic", and for the sake of our own face, we never interacted with each other again.
? When I was in junior high school, I added him back and apologized to him. I didn’t want to be without him. He told me that he liked me. At that time, he was with my friend. For my sake In principle, I pretended to be stupid and rejected him. Later he deleted me, which hurt me. I wanted to give up liking him and told myself that we could live our lives from now on and that it would be okay without him.
? Then his parents divorced, and he later dropped out of school. I really couldn’t bear to let him treat me like this, and didn’t want him to be confused anymore, but I really had low self-esteem, and he even treated me like this. I deleted it because I felt like I was nothing to him. He had a good-looking girlfriend by his side at the time. That girl was very famous in our school, but I was very ordinary, just ordinary in the crowd. So, I really had no contact with him anymore.
? When I was sorting things out in high school, I accidentally found his contact. I was really hopeless, so I added him again. This time, I didn’t tell him who I was. I didn’t dare to tell him. There was a girl with big eyes and a sharp face next to him. I thought I would just pay attention to him silently.
? I tried hard to become beautiful, but before I could become beautiful, he had already deleted me. So I secretly added him on WeChat, thinking that it would be OK this time, but the outcome was still the same. I gave up, frustrated again and again. I would sometimes look at his Moments, and that was enough. I was reluctant to send him to me and deleted it. I thought that at least this way I still have contact with him, and I can still do it. Get him back.
I will send him messages when I am thinking of him, although the sending fails every time. This is a play that I wrote, directed and acted. As time goes by, I think this is good, at least Some things I couldn't say can be said.
? I struggled for a long time, and finally I joined him and told him who I was. I felt that if I didn’t say some things, I would have no chance. I was very nervous, scared and looking forward to it. He remembered me, just as I expected. He still looked like that, and even teased me that he was married. At that moment, I was confused and felt collapsed. I regretted why I didn’t have the courage to confess my love earlier. Later, when I found out that it was a lie, I was really, really happy. There's enough time. But I was really greedy, and I hesitated. At the last moment, I began to hesitate. He dropped out of junior high school. I felt that there was a big distance between us. I was worried that there would be no result between me and him. I was even more afraid that he would change. I I have remembered it for so long and I can’t bear to let it go. I just think about the boy I was in ten years.
? He meant that he liked me in every word, and asked me if I wanted to be together. I was really happy during that time, and I felt that he and I were destined. I really wanted to tell him that I had always liked him, and wanted to continue to test him. Finally, I told him that if he and I could meet, which meant that we were still destined to be together, I would show him something, but I didn’t tell him what it was. thing.
That was a sentence I engraved on the place where we used to play together ten years ago: I like KZJ, tell him that I have always liked him, and I have not let go after ten years. He said it couldn't be that easy to meet him. I stared at the phone screen and snickered. I didn't tell him that I wanted to surprise him. In this day and age, it's not easy to meet someone if you want. It's a pity that we didn't wait until we met this time, and the ending was still the same.
? He always asked for my photo, but I didn’t give it to him. I thought we would always meet. In the days that followed, he never stopped asking about me. I was quite disappointed, not that I liked him. Me, then why do you care about my appearance? It doesn’t matter if I look good or not. If I look good, we’ll be together. If I don’t, why don’t you just ignore me again? Even if we can't be together, after ten years, we can abandon classmates for so long, so what does that mean? I felt that he was not what I imagined, and then I hesitated even more. After I had a bad time with him, I didn't look for him again, and he didn't look for me again. I had depression before joining him, and I was really happy because of what he said, but I didn’t expect that I would be knocked back to my own world in the end.
? Then, I recovered from my illness, but when I went to see him, I found that he already had a girlfriend. Later, he got back together with his ex-girlfriend. Anyway, I was never around him. He clearly promised me not to delete me again, and he clearly said he liked me. This time, I finally gave up, and everything I thought about him was gone. I thought about telling him my feelings, but I felt that I was sorry for that girl, and I still couldn't say the things I shouldn't have said.
? That night, I stayed up all night. The boy I had for ten years no longer existed. It was the person I had hidden in my heart, the person I had cared about for ten years. The result I got was this. . When we were young, we separated because we were ignorant. When we were young, I missed you because I had no courage. When we all grew up, it was because of you and I that we changed. I often wonder if we had not fallen out at the beginning, would all the endings have been different, or would we still have no results after all. It's a pity that there are not so many ifs in the world. What you miss will never go back. I am tired of this fateful love. Goodbye to the boy I love deeply. This time, I want to say goodbye, no longer for anyone, but for myself, to become a better and more exciting life.