Would you like a boy because of his voice? Will you like him because of his doodles? Even though you've never crossed paths, you've never met, and you've never even known what he's like, do you like someone?

I would, sixteen years old I fell in love with a boy like that.

Going back even further, at the end of the second semester of my second year of junior high school, the desire to like someone had already sprouted in my heart, but I didn't know it yet. That year, I needed summer make-up classes, and what made me even more difficult was to write to my senior sister and senior. My only cousin of the same age as me was two years older than me, and the book had been adapted, and there were almost no people I could borrow the book from. Because I'm too slow, I'm a typical slow-burning type of fool.

Fools have fortune! There's nothing wrong with that! In the end, my mother helped me borrow a book, a book from her colleague's son, who was only one grade above me. When I was in Chinese class, I couldn't help but be stunned with the textbook written XG, completely ignoring the teacher standing on the podium, flipping through the half-new and half-old textbooks by myself, turning to the back, on the illustration of "My Uncle Hule", I was scribbled by XG with a pencil, selling clams and adapting them into selling sweet potatoes, and buy one get ten free, my uncle became a grandfather, and the child became a little monster__I couldn't hold back my laughter for a while, and the whole class looked at me in unison, and my head was about to be buried in the drawer!

When I get home, I always laugh uncontrollably because I think of XG, I'm very happy, I'm happy that I can't find a reason, his handwriting will appear in my mind, he also drew a smiling face on the side when he wrote his name, he scribbled on the books, I involuntarily wrote his name in my diary, and every bit of my life was almost stained with his shadow. This feeling has always been hidden in my heart and has become my sweetest secret.

When XG was about to fade a little bit, it had a deeper and deeper imprint in my impression and heart because of a special event, which I can't erase for the rest of my life. On my sixteenth birthday, I received a birthday wish from my mom colleague, XG's father, and I also learned that XG and I had the same birthday, one early in the morning and the other in the evening. That year, I was sixteen and he was seventeen.

Another year later, I was in high school, he was in his sophomore year of high school, and we had no intersection at all in different schools, in different neighborhoods, in our lives, and the chances were almost zero. But I talked to him by chance, and his voice was immediately remembered by my ears, slightly rough but clear and clean, and his voice sounded very steady and mature, and I knew before I knew that I liked it, and I liked it inexplicably. This year, on his eighteenth birthday, I gave him a gift, a poem by Tagore, a carefully selected one from more than 200 postcards, and wrote what he wanted to write. When he sees my handwriting, will he think it is a child's handwriting? Because my writing is very small, I dare not float every stroke. It's the first time I've given a gift to a boy when I'm so old. And then there was no more, but I still knew his news, and I just knew.

I still haven't met yet, and the original feeling is buried in my heart, but I hope he will never know that a girl has ever liked him without knowing it, and I hope he won't see the memories I wrote because of him.