Feel your temperature in a daze, open your eyes to see your surprised expression and hurriedly avoid our gaze.

"Morning, when did you wake up? How do I feel like someone is kissing me, isn't it? I said, grabbing your hand and staring into your deliberately dodgy eyes.

"Nope! Are you dreaming?! You quickly denied it.

"Oh, I was dreaming." After that, I came to a distance of less than two centimeters from you like an arrow from the string, supported one hand on the side, put the other hand on your shoulder, kissed you, and then quickly stepped back to look at you, stayed for a few seconds and said, "Hey, it's really a dream!" "You waited for your big eyes to look at me, without any reaction or saying anything, and I kissed you again, but this time it didn't stop there. If a kiss of two or three minutes is a long time, then I have to say it for a long time, you gently pushed me away and smiled slightly and said, "What about hooligans!?" "And my reason is very valid and sufficient, this is a dream! You are powerless to refute. We hid under the covers, like children who didn't know anything about the world, and spoke softly, as if we were afraid of being heard.

"I want to be like that, I don't get up." I said it as if I was making a wish.

"Then let's lie down a little longer, it's so warm and comfortable." I look through the faint light at the corners of your lips as you speak.

I asked you if we would live like this in the future, and you didn't answer, just kissed me shallowly.

After you get up, wash your face and brush your teeth, you ask me to wash your hair for you, this should be considered a benefit for me. I tried to adjust the temperature of the water, and then drenched your hair over and over again, squeezed out the shampoo and rubbed it gently, such a short process, but the satisfaction in my heart was huge. Wipe off the drops from your hair and take out a hair dryer to help you dry it. Your request is very simple, just blow dry, of course, I can't do any hairstyle I want.

When everything is packed, I put the present that is still on the table into your suitcase, because from what I know of you, you are likely to pretend not to know about it in my luggage without me noticing. I don't want to be rejected by you, at least not right now.

You said that our house is quite close to the school, but it is only two or three hours by car, so we can go back later in the afternoon. You and I know it, we just want to stay together a little longer. No matter how simple it is to hold hands and hang out, every time you will have a different wonderful mood, two more hours, an hour, or even a minute, it is also excellent.

When we came to the familiar school gate, which we had been separated many times, you said, "Why don't we part here?" "This time, I'm going to say no." It's not convenient for you to take your luggage and wait for the bus, take a taxi and I'll take you to the long-distance station, and I'll leave after you get on the bus. I didn't want to reason with you, and then said, "Don't say no!" ”

On the way to the station, we didn't talk much, because I always felt like we would never see each other again, or who knew if we would see each other again. I vaguely feel that you feel the same way, but we don't say anything to each other.

When I was sending you to the car, I couldn't help but ask, "Will we see you again?" "Every time I left before, I couldn't bear to say it, because I was afraid to know the answer, and I didn't ask, at least I still had hope in my heart. You still smiled, and said to me affirmatively: "Of course, wait for me to ······" I know that when you finish this last sentence, my life will be endless and alone.

It was only six or seven hours after separation, and I started to miss it. I think I'm sick, and you're the medicine for me.

Good night.

—Diary, January 24, 2013