please choose me

After we parted that day, we never had any contact.

It happened so suddenly, without any warning, he alienated me, and I lost him in my life all at once.The summer vacation of high school graduation is a sultry and long summer.I stayed at home and indulged myself, silently commemorating my unilateral lovelorn.

I still wonder if he had a good day.

What about him?Will he think of me?

Does he feel sad if he thinks of me?

Sad like me.

When I applied to volunteer, I did not choose a university in my province.After the admission results came out, I went to a southern city thousands of miles away.Someone mentioned him to me, and I waved my hand to stop him from continuing.

Now that you have decided to give up, don't give yourself another chance.

I threw away everything about him except the jersey.The clothes that have been washed many times have long since lost their smell. I hesitated for a long time in front of the trash can, but I still couldn't bear it.I can't tell whether it's because I don't like him, or because I don't want to like him.

Maybe both.

I never thought I would meet him again.

During the four years of college, we went to school in two different cities. After graduation, I stayed here. Our lives have never intersected. However, the company's cooperation project made us meet again in the business field.

He is a little more elegant in formal clothes than in high school, but his handsome features have not changed much.The naive ghost disappeared, and what appeared before my eyes again was a young man who could be described as mature and stable.

When he saw me, he widened his eyes slightly in surprise, then looked at me and smiled, his brows and eyes crooked.The dimples on the cheeks appeared, filled with a little tenderness, as if seeing it for the first time.

Although in front of him, I felt that I was still the nerd who wore the fat school uniform, never took off the black-rimmed glasses, and let the bangs cover the eyes.But I have learned to bluff people, I can greet him casually, and I can speak beautifully about the scene without losing the slightest momentum.

He has changed too.

We inevitably see each other often.

He never mentioned our past, and we were just old classmates with a normal relationship in front of colleagues.I know that this is good for him and for me, but when I think that the last tragic breakup is only remembered by me, I feel uncomfortable.

In the end is difficult to understand.

Knowing that liking him is my wishful thinking, I still blame him in my heart.Blame him for breaking into my world recklessly, leaving a strong mark, and then easily withdrawing and leaving, but I was trapped in the same place and couldn't get out.

Why bother.

Whether it's anger or sadness, it's all about me.He never knew, no wonder he.

The project was going very well, but the work was turning into my torment.

As I said earlier, he is very smart and can do anything with ease.He himself is completely indifferent to this, not complacent, indifferent to what others think of him, proud, easygoing, and likable.Working with him was a relief, but the very act of working with him was torturing me.

The female colleagues in the same group saw him as tall, handsome and capable, so they fell in love with him and talked about him every day.He could see that the other party was moving, so he distanced himself calmly, and tactfully refused before the matter was revealed.I think after a few years, he learned how to deal with this kind of thing properly, and he won't be as careless as he was with me.

What annoys me is that I'm still jealous of him.

I pretended to be calm, and made some mental preparations before going to work every day, telling myself again and again that I was no longer a weird child with low self-esteem.

It's enough to do the stupid thing that loses one's soul just because of the other party's smile.

When we met again, it was plain at first, even if there were turbulent waves in each other's hearts, they didn't show the slightest bit on their faces.I thought we kept our minds to each other, and after this period of time, we could be strangers again, who knows that he is not satisfied with this.

His actions made me think twice.

I took the subway home after get off work, and he always met me downstairs at the company just in time.He insisted on giving me a ride and took me to the subway station.I refused a few times at first, but he was not angry at all. He took out the car at the same time the next day, rolled down the window and asked me if I wanted to go with him.There were people coming and going at the gate of the company, and my colleagues watched the excitement, smiling and persuading me.In order to avoid suspicion, I asked others to hitchhike together.He took us to the station without complaint, and tried his best to find topics to chat with me in just a few minutes.I responded one after another, unable to figure out what he was going to do.

He brought me an extra breakfast, helped with paperwork, and took care of me with all the little things.

Sometimes he would say something unclear to me, and I didn't dare to think about it, but I couldn't help thinking about it.

I went back to my high school days, tossing and turning over his words, tearing apart every word in the words, and secretly guessing his thoughts.

The better he treats me, the more panicked I am.

I don't know why he treats me well, and when he will take this kindness back.