At this age, I can't help blushing when I touch the fragments of my memory before stealing my privacy.
I sit at the same table with him in the second half of senior two. Before that, I stole a look at him every day. He is short and handsome, mainly because of his good academic performance.
Being arranged by the class teacher to sit at the same table, I was so excited that I didn't sleep well all night. I dare not look at him boldly when I sit at the same table in the future, but I feel full of happiness every day when I can be so close together.
He is also a shy boy. He never talks to me on his own initiative. At first, I took the first step. The method is naturally to ask him a physics problem that I can actually solve, and he explained it to me seriously. Since then, we have communicated.
Say sleep first.
Self-study every morning and the first class in the morning are the most sleepy times, but we are the famous "snooze kings" in our class and are often called by teachers. Every time the teacher is away, it is often the two of us who sleep together back to back. It is common to be caught red-handed, and students often make fun of us: won't you sleep together every day for the rest of your life?
Later, we discussed it, staggered time periods, took turns sleeping, and looked at each other. So when I saw the teacher coming from a distance, I poked him in the arm.
A very serious incident happened. I was awakened by him when I was sleeping on my desk: the teacher is coming! That time, I was so sleepy that I stood up at once, but my legs were completely numb. At that time, I couldn't stand it and fell to the ground with a plop. He quickly came to help me, and another classmate who was playing a prank pushed him over me. We became a hug on the ground, just as the teacher stepped into the door at this time.
Sleep, hug, is it ambiguous? It's really nothing.
Once, because of a mistake, I was punished by the teacher. It is a shame for a girl to be punished. And that time I felt very wronged and depressed in class. I secretly shed a lot of tears. I can't stand the self-study class, so I just sit there in a daze.
Then his hand suddenly reached out from under the table, not very hard or very light, and just held my hand. My heart is pounding, and my repressed emotions are swept away. I feel particularly nervous, and I can obviously feel his hands shaking and sweating. I stayed like that for half a minute, and then I quickly opened it.
Together for more than a year, I also learned to whistle with him, playing very skillfully, and I can control many songs. Often when he blows out the first sentence, I can't help but take the next one.
The night before graduation, we made an appointment on the playground for the first and last time. The first and last time, he hugged me and kissed me like a dragonfly, which scared me to turn and run away, and we never met again.
I have never said that I like each other, let alone that I love you. I haven't even sent a note. The bud of adolescence is now a beautiful and unforgettable memory of youth.
In fact, I really want to go back and ask him: Do you like me?
I used to like you so much.