I will never have the chance to part ways or have fun together

Yesterday, I read a short story about reminiscing about junior high school posted by the person I liked in the space. It recorded his evaluation of some memorable people, and I also saw the truth that I had always known but refused to accept from the bottom of my heart. He liked another person, and there were so many clues in the past, so many things clearly showed that the person he liked was her truth. However, I would rather make excuses and deceive myself. Now that he has given a candid answer, he has let go. Should I also let go? It's not until today that I understand the memories that I thought were unforgettable. He may have forgotten them long ago. There are no words or phrases in his short story, maybe years later. All he remembered was my name, I was just a performer, shedding my own tears in his story, A vague shadow that never stirred up a ripple in his youth, and he doesn't know and will never know. He appeared in many parts of my story, occupying a lot of space. I wrote him into my story because he passed by my heart, he came on a thousand star rivers, and then sailed to the distance on a boat. I and the spring breeze are both passing guests, and you carry the autumn water to embrace the stars. Nowadays, it seems that all kinds of stories are just emotional wounds. When the people of Yishui go, the moon shines like frost.

He had no intention of crossing the line, but he chose to lead the mountain flood alone. I am a ferryman with lowered eyebrows, but I have a unique preference for murmuring.

Suddenly, I remembered the clever love poem I gave him on the summer graduation day, the anonymous confession on QQ, and the first time I mustered up the courage to confess. After graduation, I thought that maybe when we said goodbye with a smile, we knew that goodbye was far away. I thought about inviting him to study and preview the new lesson together. Now I realize how precious it is to me because I have loved him for the whole three years of junior high school. From the beginning, I have been in the same group as him and have loved him. But I already knew vaguely in my heart that he liked someone else. I was afraid that he would know about my feelings, afraid that he wouldn't know, and afraid that he would pretend not to know, always pretending not to care about him, but always paying attention to his news. In fact, as long as he didn't say it out and confirm the speculation that I knew he liked someone else, I still held a glimmer of expectation and couldn't stop liking him. The most comforting fairy tale in the world is that the person you secretly love with all your heart and soul, he also secretly loves you with all his heart and soul, but unfortunately this is just a fairy tale.

I remember opening the dialog box countless times, only to be disappointed and close it again. I often think that if he really likes her, I should have the heart to let go of this relationship. After all, I don't want to be too sad and upset. I always pretend not to care about staying away from him, not because I dislike strangers, but because I like them too much and am afraid of showing it clearly. I know there's nothing I don't want to get deeper into. There were moments when I pretended not to care and brushed past him, just a few inches away, as if we were separated by a galaxy. I can't get into his world, but I don't want to quit. Looking back on my three years in junior high school, besides starting in a group, I haven't had much interaction with him. After graduation, I can have frequent interactions, which I cherish very much. At best, I can only be considered an ordinary friend of him.

I still remember that I was not good after the third model exam in junior high school. I was never so bad, but he was comforting another person, so I was even more sad. How many times have I made up my mind not to like it, only to end it.

For example, after graduation, I jokingly asked him for a birthday gift, but it was just empty talk. I also knew that maybe he didn't want to give it, and that's all. After all, I'm nothing. Also, the time I wanted to invite him to watch a movie and see the best of us, I had a purpose. I heard that the last Easter egg of the movie was confession. The person who brought us here to watch the movie was to confess to him, but unfortunately he didn't go. I went to the cinema with my good friend.

In fact, after graduation, I hinted that he understood, and once he understood, he remained silent. I should have understood long ago, silence was the answer, dodging was the answer, but it was just a way to leave a face for me, and neither of us should be too embarrassed. He didn't know that many of my blog posts were written in the hope that he could see them. Although some of them were not my original works, they carried my own voice and he never understood. I don't need to understand anymore, the only one who was moved from beginning to end was myself. The moon at the bottom of the sea cannot be salvaged, and the person in my heart is out of reach. My heart has always been a spectator's heart, but unfortunately, the person in the game is someone in the middle.

The most difficult thing in this world is to pick the moon with bare hands, but one cannot enjoy it.

But I also understand that when I can't completely forget someone, I cherish them well, seal them in some inconspicuous corner, and quietly want to go when midnight falls. Born at the wrong time, like not meeting people, where gains are destiny. White tea, clear joy, nothing else. I am waiting for the wind and for you. Bitter wine has broken and we are separated today. Without wind, without moon, and without you.

Perhaps he had already forgotten the poem 'Phoenix Imprisoned by Phoenix' that I mentioned back then. There was a beautiful woman, but she never forgot when she saw her. If she didn't see her for a day, she would think wildly. Feng Fei Ao Xiang Xi, the four seas seek the phoenix, but unfortunately the beautiful woman is not on the east wall. Let the qin be used as a substitute for words, and we can chat and express our innermost feelings. May our words be accompanied by virtue, and we can join hands to lead each other. When will I see Xu Xi, comfort me in my confusion, not fly away, make me perish, make me perish. I intended to imply to him that I had liked him before, but I didn't say it out loud.

Butterflies are beautiful, but ultimately they cannot fly over the vast sea. In some ways, I am just like them, with inner turmoil far from appearing calm. In fact, they are undulating waves. I once thought that I would be like a star king, like the moon, shining brightly at night.

The so-called obsession is nothing but a desire that cannot be given up, but it is difficult to let go. I don't want to miss it, but in the end, the deep love is me, the shallow fate is us, the falling flowers are intentional, the flowing water is ruthless, and it turns out to be in vain. If that's the case, then let's do it this way. From now on, the mountains and rivers will not meet. May we be the best of us in a few years. Butterflies are beautiful, but they can never fly over the sea. At the two ends of our lives, we stand on the shore of each other. Why is there such a great sensation in the world, but it is just a common person. From now on, let's forget about the world of rivers and lakes. If we don't know each other, I wish I could meet someone better than you. It's much easier to say so much, and writing this is also to forget to let go of him. Although I used to think that sometimes it's best not to let go, whether he can see it or not, that's it. From now on, I remember my love in junior high school. You were the joy of youth, but it's also in the past. I will also study hard and do better than him in the exam.