Her shadow has been flashing in my mind lately, but I don't know why, I think of her unconsciously.

I still remember the smile at the event.

Am I really pessimistic? Or are you torturing yourself?

Isn't there something that makes you happy?

I denied it, but I had less ability and courage to speak than others, and I was born to do that.

I don't want this to go on any longer.

Don't know where the inspiration for what you're writing comes from? Or the thinking brought about by the change of emotional line.

******

Why do I always have insomnia? My emotional thread is too long.

No, she and I are just platonic love, but I just think so, it's just wishful thinking, and even I can't figure it out.

Caught in the whirlpool of love, I don't know how to get out.

******

Would my life have lost its luster without her?

I don't dare to think about it so much, I just want to keep some of my own thoughts.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, this is the beginning of the suffering.

Life is all about making people have memories, but unfortunately people like me will still have them?

Hopefully we only have a good start.

I really wish her happiness too.

On this day, I went to bed early, lay on the bed, leaned against the back of my head with my hands together, and thought about the moment we met. It was a sweet, evocative moment, a longing and attachment to her, but the other party didn't know that it could only be regarded as unrequited love. Maybe it's not love at all, it's just my momentary heartbeat, I think of her, I think of her, I can see her charming smile when I close my eyes.

It was already 12 o'clock in the evening, and everyone in the dormitory was asleep, but I didn't feel sleepy at all, I thought a lot in the dark night, a lot about my feelings, I didn't have the luxury of having a vigorous love, I just wanted to have a beautiful moment. I want to relive this moment.

I want to write something tonight to commemorate this moment, I didn't turn on the lights, because I didn't want to wake everyone up, I took a small flashlight, often used to read books, after the lights went out at night, I often read youth romance novels in the bed, read too much, my feelings have become very delicate, and I often write some small feelings.

put it next to it, held a pen, and wrote down the feelings of seeing her: named "She in My Heart".

She, the image of the wind, light and fluttering, my soul is sucked, unconsciously, a heart is beating, what is it like? I found that she had taken up a lot of space in my heart, what was the love thread that was entwining me? Forgetting the beauty of the sky, the harmony of the blue, I was more sensitive to color than all, and now I was intoxicated by a big smile. Suddenly my soul was gone, gone. Drift into the wind, dissolve into the wind, and search for my lost thoughts. No one could know what she was thinking, not even me, because the wind was impermanent, sometimes cold and sometimes soft, and it seemed to me a symbol of beauty. I hope that one day, the wind will blow for me, and when autumn is approaching, I would like to be a faceless and light leaf, let the wind and let me feel her "floating".

After writing one, I read it myself, and I began to laugh, and found that my feelings were very similar to the unique delicate feelings in the heart of a girl, maybe "sentimentality" gave me too much thought, I pursued it, it began to avoid me, I recalled it with words, but it could only be a sad mood to write, I mentioned the refreshment and began to write a paragraph, named "Miss her in my heart".

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She didn't come

But she is my waiting in the wind

My thoughts flew to a place

Look for that corner

I was at a loss

What force drew a circle between me and her

She is always in the center of the circle

I could only watch/watch silently

Today / is today

Missing is all I have

Thoughts suffocate me

I don't want to

My world exists for wonderful thoughts

Am I wrong?

I have been staying in the vast sea for a long time

I'm a small boat

is drifting towards the center of the sea

It is also the center of the circle

But it was windy

Or a squall

I had to guard the boat

Quietly waiting

Waiting for the day

I can......

Maybe

*******

No wind tonight

It was my heart that was winding

I was standing under the window

Think of a girl who makes my heart flutter

Why

Have I forgotten her

No

Terrible thoughts

I'm waiting

Whether the flowers bloom / or fall

I do not know

Sad thoughts

Is it my fault

Or the sky used to give me beautiful colors

Nothing is mine now

Love everything that suffers

Think I'm not like that

The world of youth is eternal

It became a pain of thought

Tonight thought a lot about me and her

But now

Did I do it

Her shadow is in my head

Why

Have I really changed

Is the youthful vigor gone?

Who gave me an answer

******

The starry sky is faceless

My world is dark

Find happiness in a dark world

But I'm confused

Because you don't have me in your eyes

Your smile was my eternity

It doesn't belong to me

Why are you doing this?

Are you the dream of my life

I'm thinking here

Is it my world without flowers and grass?

I'm afraid I can't see your smile

It's the bleak world that puts too much pressure on you

When you say yes

I was shocked

Is it

You know my world

It's for you

Don't do that

Because I am not omnipotent

Just an ordinary person in the world

Is it your pain to love me

Are you sure

If that's the case

I had no choice but to leave your world

******

Raindrops that stay in mid-air

It's like my tears

Flirtatious in my face

washed away the youth on the face

There is more sorrow of lovesickness

All the loneliness turned into tears over the city

I silently washed away the dust of the earth

Keep my eyes open

But the rainstorm is coming

I could only watch my tired body

******

After writing this paragraph, I looked at my watch, and it was already half past one in the middle of the night, but I still didn't feel sleepy.

I feel like a master of tragedy, and I often write sad things, and I wonder why I like this feeling.

I just know that it will stay with me for the rest of my life. Just looking for a space for my empty mind.

Put away the pen, put the written essay in a drawer, and go to bed.

After sleepless nights, I thought a lot, a lot of things about me and her, and I reflected on it, and I shouldn't go on.

She should be let know. I don't know how much courage it takes.

I just want to learn to cherish everything in front of me, whether it's good or bad.

But what do I have to say? I've been thinking about ......

Thinking about it, a rainbow appeared in the sky.

A new day is coming, and I really have to be optimistic and comfort myself often.

It's a pity that I will fail again and again.

The reason for this is something that only people like me may know, and really don't know the specific, peculiar feelings.

I just want her to be happy, and so will I. That's all I feel at the moment, and I don't know what she's thinking.

I want a feeling of freedom, a feeling of innocence......