I don't know what prejudice you have against our TXL

This year, we officially entered the third year of high school.

This is an academically heavy year.

Prosperity in school and frustration in love are the portrayal of my year.

Since the third year of high school, our arts and science classes have been divided into buildings.He's over there, I'm over here.There are 7 minutes between classes, and there is really little time together.What's even more unfortunate is that we don't even have a dormitory together anymore.

At first, we were very affectionate.Later, it slowly slowed down.

I think this is past the love period.

At the end of my first year, I filed for a breakup.

I think he doesn't like me anymore, so it's better for me to be the one who cuts it off.

He said that we are not the same person anymore, you have your distance after all.

At that point, we hadn't been in touch for almost a month, and my grades were improving by leaps and bounds, and I even won a scholarship.

Seeing his words, I instantly regretted it.

However, I insisted on my self-esteem, even though I couldn't sleep all night, I never opened my mouth every time I wanted to redeem it.

When drinking with friends, I hope to hear from their mouths how he is doing, to pick up a little bit of him from all the words.

I thought, whether he still likes me or not, it will take a month to decide.

However, after only half a month my expectations were shattered.

He was with a girl who was a sophomore in high school.

The moment I heard the news, I didn't know what kind of mood I was in.

In the dark night, I was covered in a dark quilt and visited his space.

When I saw the message in his space, I couldn't help but feel disgusted from the bottom of my heart.

"Husband, kiss good night~"

"Wife, dear"

The time was a month before we broke up.

I bit my arm hard, glad I didn't speak.

I remember that after climbing the mountain for a day, he personally washed my feet with water; I remember that we lit Kongming lanterns together on the breezy river; , he was ninja drunk and personally sent me back to the dormitory; I still remember all the things we did on the soft big bed, on the hillside with lush weeds, and in the mountain forest filled with peach blossoms...

I don't know if he did the same to another person.

There's no point talking about it at this point, and it's not easy to forget someone who made such an impression on you.

I put my energy elsewhere and finally waited to leave.

On the night of reading the grades, I stayed in front of the computer like everyone else.

The moment I saw the results, I was relieved and excited.

During the two months of summer vacation, I went to City C.

Half a year later, the memory of the past is still vivid.Thinking about it now, his care and love during those three months could not have been faked, we really loved each other.

I still don't know how to take the initiative, I don't know how to express my love, I'm not even good enough, and he's not dedicated enough to understand the responsibility of a relationship.

In youth, happy, frustrated, gained, lost, small pains seem to turn into motivation to leave.

The distance is just for a better self and to meet better people.

I also have busy and heavy studies, and I also have happy but painful feelings in my youth, and I also want to go to an unknown distance. How are these different from other high school students.