Last May, she got married.

I didn't know her news for the first time until I saw a classmate's circle of friends transfer her good news.

At that moment, the clouds were blown away by the wind and the sky was blue.

At that time, I was chatting with my friends and had a good time. Some friends are answering the phone. Taking advantage of this boring time, I took out my mobile phone and brushed my circle of friends. The photo of Jiugongge that caught my attention was that she was standing in the middle of the wedding stage with a handsome boy, and her expression was very happy.

My heart thumped, and the muffled sound of my heart landing reached my ears.

I haven't contacted for many years, or I haven't contacted at all, but I still think of some past events about her occasionally.

Well, a once unrequited love has finally been put down.

She was chased away when she was a freshman, and her senior was her boyfriend.

I am young and ignorant, like a fool, and I never know how to chase girls. I am stupid in front of the opposite sex.

So when you see someone having sex, you can only get hurt alone. At that moment, I understood that fantasy can only be fantasy forever, and then it was shattered.

The secret love coming here is over.

The biggest bitter fruit of unrequited love is that you have paid long-term and invisible attention and care, and you want to let the other person feel it most, but in the end you can't get a response from others, or there is no response at all.

In the third grade, my Chinese performance was very poor. Dare to write love letters without literary talent. I dare not give it to her, so I have to entrust it to her secretly.

As a result, she didn't see the letter, but was intercepted by several naughty classmates during the delivery.

In that era when there was no mobile phone, no WeChat, no SMS and no circle of friends, a disgusting love letter was widely publicized as a headline on campus.

The love letter was seen by others, causing a burst of ridicule and returning to my hand. I ran away with my head down, found a place where no one saw me, and tore it up hard.

When I came home from school, I had little appetite for food. It was very cold at night, and only shame and helplessness accompanied me to sleep.

Confess this matter, you have to face it alone, stand in front of each other and bravely confess. If you don't have courage, you should throw caution out of the clouds like a soldier.

Say, it's like breaking enough paper, at least you and I can pass on our feelings hand in hand through the window.

People who have a secret crush dare not pierce this paper.

The second day and the first day are like two years of broken floors.

She is not in a school, so I can't sneak a look at her on campus.

God knows how many times I have felt infinite emotions in the sky.

In the same town as her, I suddenly met her in the street and saw her coming in my direction, but I blushed and chose to hide.

Shyness is wrapped in guilt, and timidity makes greetings become unconfident.

Later, when I met her several times, I dared to say hello. However, there is only a simple smile between them. This is nothing strange to my classmates. Every time I pass by her, I always pretend as if nothing has happened.

When she left, she swallowed the bitter fruit of timidity.

In those two years, she existed in my mind, just a reflection, a seemingly vague but clear illusion. The one I like has become the one I imagined.

People who haven't seen each other for two years, don't have frequent contact, and don't know each other well may also start to be fickle.

The only constant is my secret love.

In the sixth and fifth grade of primary school, it was two years, and she and I were assigned to different classes.

Every time after school, my face is always full of anxiety and expectation. At the moment when she walked past my classroom, the corner of my eye would sneak out of the window eagerly, and I couldn't let others see me secretly watching her walk by.

At first glance, it is happiness. People who have a secret crush are always easy to satisfy themselves.

Last semester in grade five, I found that she hadn't come to school for a while.

There is a female classmate who is very close to her at ordinary times. She is in my class. After a few days, I finally got up the courage to ask her about her.

She sprained her leg and rested at home.

I don't know whether to show extra care and love or just respond with a sigh. After asking, there is no more.

She stayed at home for a while, during which I changed my route every day when I came home from school and rode my bike.

Make a detour and pretend to pass by her downstairs to see if she has looked out of the window.

I thought to myself, if there is, I will throw my condolences, if not, it will be an invisible blessing.

When you have a crush on someone, you often can't take practical action. Some people say that action is more important than slogans and heartfelt wishes, but for a young secret admirer, he just doesn't dare to act.

On children's day in grade four, I was going to perform a show and was told to go to her house to make up. I was excited for several nights.

During the daytime of two consecutive weekends, I played with some friends who were performing in her house, watching TV and playing games. The happy time was always so short.

These two weekends are enough for me to completely fill the joy factor of that whole year.

That's the closest thing to her.

I'm afraid it's the only time in my life

Before preparing for the performance, she naively put makeup powder on my face. I have no time to get rid of my shyness. I was afraid to see myself blushing in each other's eyes, so I closed my eyes and felt that the distance between us was so close.

And the only close contact.

In front of the person you like, the other person's sudden response will make you feel particularly satisfied. This is the most primitive and true throb, but this rare feeling has successfully become history.

There is no time machine in the world, and we will never go back.

The stories of senior three and senior two were all a long time ago, and now I think about it and my memory is blurred.

On that day, when I saw her, I knew I was destined to like this person for a long time, and I didn't know where I came from, so I began a bitter secret love.

I like that she was in the second grade of my primary school, until the first and eighth years of high school.

In these eight years, I didn't formally express my love, but I really appreciated it and loved it for the longest time.

It is estimated that the other party doesn't know that I will always be vaguely attached to her. In countless nights, every time I pass by the country road downstairs.

Although this loved one has completely passed, at that time, waiting alone and silently bearing, joy will always appear in my dream.

Fruitless love is the most bitter and emotional.

In the future, except for the other half that has not yet appeared, it is estimated that there will be no such experience and feeling.