I used to love someone, and I still do.

In junior high school and high school, it should be the age at the beginning of love. At this age, we can't tell love from love, friendship from love. Weak, selfish but selfless in love with the one you like.

When I was in junior high school, she and I were assigned to the front and back tables. At that time, I hoped that I would be surrounded by boys, so that it would be easier to communicate. So, at first, I was against her.

I am silent and she is optimistic and cheerful. Because of family reasons, the teacher looked at my expression with a little more pity, and my classmates looked at my expression with a little more mockery.

This makes me, who is not good at talking, begin to be out of tune with them.

Looking out of the window at the leaves swaying by the wind in class every day can kill my time in a class. Reading and appreciation of American articles

If you really feel bored, you can sleep as soon as you can. Live every day with self-depravity.

She's totally different from me. She can talk to both boys and girls, poor students and top students. It seems that her smile can make everyone let go of their estrangement to her. I saw her quietly, and she smiled warmly, even compared with the newborn sun. Neat short hair, although like makeup, but it is only light makeup, there is no delicate and gorgeous feeling. At that time, there were only two words in my mind to describe her: clean.

The first time I communicated with her was in a PE class, when the weather was cold and cloudy, just like the dark clouds in my heart. The PE class is in the class. Coincidentally, there was very little homework that day. Many people are idle, secretly playing with their cell phones under their desks.

As usual, I looked at the tree swaying by the wind.

Suddenly, she gave me a pat on the back. I looked back and asked her questioningly, what can I do for you? She first showed her still warm smile, and then asked me in a low voice: do you know Mashuo?

Ma Shuo was a classmate of mine in kindergarten, although primary schools were separated because of different schools. But because of the proximity of home, I played all the way to junior high school.

We started talking, and she said I was not as difficult as I looked, and I said you were more cheerful than you looked.

We didn't have a chat, but we really had a good time. That class is the fastest class that I think passed in junior high school.

Human grief is not the same, so many people can not understand how I felt at that time. At that time, my heart was deeply shrouded in dark clouds, dark and unable to see the way. Her appearance is like the sudden rise of the morning sun on a rainy night, so warm, so precious, so hopeful.

Later, we became very good friends, she likes my reason, I like her warmth. But we're just friends. She described me as a best friend and I described her as a brother.

Until she confessed to me, I was so excited that I had plucked up my courage so many times that I didn't dare to say that I liked you. And that day, a girl confessed her love to me.

But I declined politely. I felt that I was completely unworthy of her. I was not confident enough and did not work hard enough. And she has an endless stream of suitors.

Only then did I know that the saddest feeling in the world is not love but not love, but when I get it, I don't cherish it.

In total, she confessed her love to me three times, and I refused.

Since then, I have tried to do a lot of things in order to express my love to her one day.

But time played a joke on me.

We graduated from junior high school and were not assigned to a school. But keep in touch all the time.

The so-called connection, but to a certain festival, say a happy so-and-so festival.

Now I don't know whether we were friends or love, whether I liked or loved.

Now I understand that if someone stays in your heart for a long time and you want to forget her, it is love; if someone is not in your heart, you have to remember desperately, it is love.

And then she got together with someone she liked.

I thought I would cry so bitterly when I heard the news that I needed to drink to drown my sorrows. But in fact, on the contrary, I was very calm when I received the news. Looking at her in the graduation photo of junior high school, I smiled and smiled warmly, just like seeing her smile for the first time.