Some heights, like the top of a ladder that can never be reached, even though I once thought I could cross it, finally lost some courage.

Actually, I think I am who I am and you are you. Why do you have to force yourself to be like you? But that's not what I thought at the time! I simply feel that this person is so different from myself. Why is there always a different figure around her? Why does she always have a sunny smile on her face? Why is she always so justified when she borrows other people's things? Why can she talk to different people about different topics and enjoy it? Why is her youth, so active! And what about yourself? Always live in a quiet world, a person, form an eternal world, and in such a world, it seems that I never feel lonely, but I just feel that my world should be like this!

When did you start noticing the existence of a different Y? When did you wish you could be like her? These memories seem to be a little blurry, but they are intermittent in the mind, like some fragments of a black-and-white movie, without color, but the sound is so clear.

Three years apart, three years together. This is the first time I've written Y and I. The first two years were when we watched each other in our own world, and at that time I was actually disdainful of her. I think such a girl is too flamboyant and domineering. There are many opportunities to talk to her, because after all, they are in the same class. But he never deliberately approached her, but he didn't get jealous like other girls, even if her appearance was really outstanding. In those more than 600 morning and twilight years, we did not have any intersections, and we existed peacefully in the same space.

Then came the third year of high school, all the pressure before was rushed to me, and I was a little scared but had to be strong to face it. People suddenly become vulnerable. At this time, Y appeared in my life at the right time. This is the one I remember most vividly.

I moved from the teaching building to the classroom of the third year of high school, said goodbye to the past completely, and sat in the classroom of the liberal arts class as I wished. Then, near the end of the lesson, Y appeared in the classroom, impartially, and sat down in the empty seat next to me. At that moment, I was reluctant. But because of the classmates, there was no squeak. Now I have to admit that I was indeed a proud and introverted girl at that time. Sitting together for a week, I didn't take the initiative to talk to Y, and I didn't take the initiative to invite her to do anything with her. And Y was able to hold himself at first, but then his original form was revealed. During recess, he would tell jokes that would make my classmates laugh, and they would tell me something about themselves and invite me to do something with them. At first, I was polite, but later I accepted it. This process of transformation may be because Y's enthusiasm melted my coldness! Then they became very good friends, inseparable, and even went to the toilet with two people. The reason we are here is that we are not good enough to touch each other's minds, but we are only formally inseparable. To be a true friend is

Because Y told me something more personal and then showed me her diary. I suddenly touched her unknown world in my mind. Then I believed in a sentence, as long as people will have troubles and sadness, and I used to think that Y was not unhappy. After that time, I was willing to open my heart and confide some of my sadness and sorrow to her. It seems that I am always slow to accept the sincerity of others, full of doubt and distrust of the world.

At first, there was more tacit understanding, and we would go to play badminton together during recess, or stand in a certain sunshine and read some beautiful short essays. It was actually the best time between us. At that time, I was more and more inclined to her world, and I felt that it would be nice if I could be like her, so I secretly worked in her direction.

Then another girl appeared, and Y became good friends with this girl. I had a little bit of mind, but then I thought that everyone needs friends to comfort their souls, so I was at ease! Y has been trying to bring me into their world. Wish I could be like that girl and her. Actually, I wish I could be like her. But I still have that self in my bones, and I really can't change it. I was annoyed about this, but in the end, I couldn't change anything when I was close to graduation, and I was really an introverted and arrogant person at heart!

One of the most rewarding things I've ever done is acting in a drama with Y. At the time, I was not enthusiastic about this, but Y's enthusiasm seemed to be very high, and she was forced to perform on stage, but I didn't expect such success to cause a small sensation at school. At this point, I have to thank her for allowing me to exist so dazzlingly.

At the end of the first semester of my junior year of high school, Y wrote me a letter. I didn't reply, but I kept her letter. She touched me with some warm sentences, which made me feel that I should actually face life with enthusiasm like her, and face everyone around me cheerfully. In April of the second semester of my third year of high school, I finally couldn't accept my low ranking again and again, and I couldn't be strong anymore. Y called me a few times, and each time it was a few simple words, but it warmed my heart.

May finally returned to normal, began to be cheerful, began to communicate with classmates, and began to look at everything with a smile on her face. It's more or less Y-related!

But after all, she still hasn't become a girl like Y.

After graduating from high school, I was in Xi'an, and Y was in the same place, separated by more than 1,000 kilometers. But they would write letters a lot, they would talk on the phone, they would meet a few times, and they would play crazy together several times. I've been to a certain lake, climbed a certain mountain. Those memories were eventually printed on film and processed into photographs. After that, she also came to Xi'an, occasionally to my school, and I also went to her school a few times. It's just that it's separated, and it's no longer the inseparable thing it used to be. Sometimes, I can only see each other once in half a year, and I have new friends and a new environment to start a new life.

But you were the only one who changed me so much in high school. Thank you for being there in my life and for finally getting strong in my final moments.

I forgot to mention that Y said in a later conversation with me that he had hoped to be like me.

Some heights, like the top of a ladder that can never be reached, even though I once thought I could cross it, finally lost some courage.

Actually, I think I am who I am and you are you. Why do you have to force yourself to be like you? But that's not what I thought at the time! I simply feel that this person is so different from myself. Why is there always a different figure around her? Why does she always have a sunny smile on her face? Why is she always so justified when she borrows other people's things? Why can she talk to different people about different topics and enjoy it? Why is her youth, so active! And what about yourself? Always live in a quiet world, a person, form an eternal world, and in such a world, it seems that I never feel lonely, but I just feel that my world should be like this!

When did you start noticing the existence of a different Y? When did you wish you could be like her? These memories seem to be a little blurry, but they are intermittent in the mind, like some fragments of a black-and-white movie, without color, but the sound is so clear.

Three years apart, three years together. This is the first time I've written Y and I. The first two years were when we watched each other in our own world, and at that time I was actually disdainful of her. I think such a girl is too flamboyant and domineering. There are many opportunities to talk to her, because after all, they are in the same class. But he never deliberately approached her, but he didn't get jealous like other girls, even if her appearance was really outstanding. In those more than 600 morning and twilight years, we did not have any intersections, and we existed peacefully in the same space.

Then came the third year of high school, all the pressure before was rushed to me, and I was a little scared but had to be strong to face it. People suddenly become vulnerable. At this time, Y appeared in my life at the right time. This is the one I remember most vividly.

I moved from the teaching building to the classroom of the third year of high school, said goodbye to the past completely, and sat in the classroom of the liberal arts class as I wished. Then, near the end of the lesson, Y appeared in the classroom, impartially, and sat down in the empty seat next to me. At that moment, I was reluctant. But because of the classmates, there was no squeak. Now I have to admit that I was indeed a proud and introverted girl at that time. Sitting together for a week, I didn't take the initiative to talk to Y, and I didn't take the initiative to invite her to do anything with her. And Y was able to hold himself at first, but then his original form was revealed. During recess, he would tell jokes that would make my classmates laugh, and they would tell me something about themselves and invite me to do something with them. At first, I was polite, but later I accepted it. This process of transformation may be because Y's enthusiasm melted my coldness! Then they became very good friends, inseparable, and even went to the toilet with two people...

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