be gentle [comprehensive]

I feel like a fool.

Always looking for the most beautiful things.

I was immersed in memories, recalling some unknown past.

I was immersed in the distance, fantasizing about some uncertain future.

But how lucky I am!

You are within my reach.

In the days of memories, you accompanied me to perfect myself.

When I fell down, I was in so much pain that I could not cry, but you stood by my side, looked at me, and said nothing.

I fell to the ground and looked at you, feeling very wronged. At that time, I didn't understand why you didn't pull me up, didn't give me a hug, and didn't even give me a comfort.

I looked at you for a long time, you lowered your head, looked at me condescendingly, looked at me, slowly I forgot to cry.

I have never forgotten that your eyelashes trembled slightly, and your deep eyes stared at me silently.

"Hug." I said to you, holding out my hand to you.

I want you to pick me up, I want you to give me a hug, I want you to hold me tightly in your chest.

But you didn't, you stretched out your hand and slowly approached me, but you suddenly retracted it when you were about to touch my fingertips.

"Stand up yourself." You said to me.

Your expression is indifferent, as if indifferent and indifferent.

Your eyes are always filled with ink that cannot be thickened. When I look at you, I seem to be in the most beautiful night sky.

When I got up by myself, stood in front of you, and raised my head to look at you, you smiled, the corners of your lips were slightly upturned, your smile was faint, but gentle and incredible.

I always think, what if you, who only smile at me alone, who only look at me with focused black eyes, will look at others one day?

Every time I think that you no longer belong to me alone, and there are other people sharing you with me, I can't help being jealous, and malice rises from the bottom of my heart.

When I was young, whenever there was malice in my heart, I couldn't help being afraid, afraid that you would discover the secrets in my heart, afraid that you would find that I was not such an innocent and cute child, and afraid that you would look at me with disgust...

I am afraid that you will say to me: "I didn't expect you to be this kind of person, so let's pretend we don't know each other."

So, cautiously, I began to learn to play dumb, and began to learn to hide the secrets in my heart.

What should you do if you are afraid that you will be robbed of your attention?I asked you cautiously if I could be alone with you. I was afraid that you would be angry at first, so I only looked for you when I was alone.

Later, you seemed to acquiesce in my approach, and you no longer appear in front of others. Whenever I am alone, you will appear by my side and chat with me.

Actually, I am very strange.

I'm not such an outstanding child, even if I have a bit of talent that the kids around me can't match, but that bit of talent is not unique in the world.

This question has been bothering me, what is it about me that you think is special?

I have been pampered and doted on by you all the time, I can no longer imagine the days after losing you.

At first, when I came across campus novels by chance, and saw the stories about innocent and lovely girls and campus princes, I suddenly realized that I had found the answer.

At that time, I thought that what you liked was my stubbornness and innocence. Is it strange to say that I am innocent, but ah, whether it was before or now, I have never done anything with my heart, just go straight Am I a little innocent and cute?

You never refuted me, even when I thought you liked me like that after reading a novel similar to Cinderella's fairy tale, you didn't refute me in the slightest.

The heroine in the story always has some innocence or stupidity that the girls who change their minds don't have; the heroine in the story always has a special advantage that other girls can't match.

So, at an ignorant age, I abandoned the scheming of my peers and indulged in finding a strength that I was particularly good at.

Fortunately, I still have a bit of talent. Fortunately, I am a person who is prone to immerse myself in one thing.

So, when other people fell in love, chased people, and had their first love, I was addicted to art.

No teacher, no computer, no teaching materials, what should I do?

Even if I have nothing, I still have a talent, and a dream to draw a good picture and hang you all over my room.

I didn't have anything, and I started to work hard with a pencil in my ignorance, drawing over and over again what I hadn't learned.

Talent is really no joke.

Soon, I changed from a person who knows nothing and has nothing to a person who can draw what you look like.

How lucky I am to have you by my side.

Although the me after I grew up did not meet the ordinary expectations around me, I grew up to be what I wanted to be at the beginning.

Among hundreds of millions of people, I have my own little secret.In the vast sea of ​​people, I met you.

……

You grew up with me, it seems that all my decisions, good or bad, you will be with me.

Unless I do something to hurt myself, you'll let me try and see for myself.

You always say: "There is no good or bad, you make a choice and keep moving forward."

What you said is always right, no matter what choice I make, even if some choices deceive myself, I can’t help but give up until I have been deceived, and I have never regretted too much.

You never taught me how to write the word "regret". What I have learned is to be more responsible for my own choices. After making a choice, the result I get is not what I want, and that is my own choice. ,I do it by myself.

When I was in secondary school, I thought I was unique.

At that time, I felt that maybe because I was unique in the world, you came to me and you were so kind to me.

When I was in the second year of middle school, I always felt that I was right, and I took it for granted that what I thought was the truth.

Whether it was rebellion, or wanting to try something bad, you didn't really sternly say to me: "You are wrong, you should do this..."

You always stand by my side, look at me silently for a while, and smile slightly, "Did you forget something?"

What can I do with those eyes watching me?I can't help being defeated, shrugging, spreading my hands, "Okay."

Any bad thoughts are retreated under your gaze.

You seem to have done nothing, but you have drawn a bottom line for me that I cannot cross.

Me, I can't help but go to the bottom line to test it out. Whenever I get a satisfactory answer, I will walk back obediently.

Maybe we are made for each other.

You and I were meant to be together.

☆, things in mind