Once upon a time there was a big fool who liked to giggle and do stupid things, and he asked himself why?

Are you still a fool if you know?

Once upon a time there was a big fool who liked imagination and giggled, and she asked herself what was wrong?

I asked again and again, but there was still no answer.

It's also unaware that falling in love and becoming a fool is unaware, maybe this is the wonder of a love, and it is none other than him.

In my impression, falling in love is like a mirror with only a frame, when you stand forward, you can't see your own appearance, and the image engraved in your mind is sometimes blurred, sometimes clear, sometimes black and white. The carrier of its expectations is illusory, even among the strangers and acquaintances around me, I don't feel anything at all. The feeling of liking or falling in love with someone is so far away from me that I don't even know how to think about it.

The sluggishness of puberty slowed down the beginning of my whole life by two beats.

The first time it didn't happen to me, although the feelings it brought me are vague until now, but a series of small things happened and then ended with a lot of impact.

For the love between men and women, who is more wooden than me, she was in the same class without any signs, and a boy with black glasses who seemed to be polite confessed in private and pursued in public. She wasn't the only one who was confused, her classmates and even me were confused.

When she told me that she was confessed when the bell rang for class, the other classmates had already gone to the studio one after another, leaving only her who was asleep and he who woke up later.

I asked her if she said yes?

She looked at me with the eyes of a sleeping god and was silent.

It seems to be acquiescence.

The boy was in the same class as me before, but we didn't have much to do with each other, and since I promised myself, I didn't need to ask about the details, on the one hand, I didn't know what to ask if we met less after class, and on the other hand, I also knew that it was a vain question to ask.

Graduation is about to begin, and the relationship between the two is not salty or even as if it didn't happen.

It's just that when we were sorting out our suitcases, Fa Xiao came to me with a rabbit wearing a garland in her arms, and she said to hand it over to me for safekeeping.

It turned out that this rabbit and a mahogany music box were given by boys, and before leaving, he said that if he didn't want it, he would throw it away.

As a result, the hair was thrown to me.

I didn't want to keep the small gifts from others, but I couldn't keep them small, so I stuffed them into my suitcase, and when I got home, I had to secretly take them out and hide them in the closet.

For love, it is Xiaobai's hair, and in the last period of high school, there was a relatively dull relationship, which was better than me, who had never been in love.

There is loss, there is helplessness, but when I think about it, I am quite happy, and it is good to think that a person is good.

In junior high school, I thought about having a relationship in high school, but I didn't care about the relationship, and I didn't like the boy who boldly confessed to me.

Later, when my cousin met me, I asked if I had a boyfriend, and in my heart I never thought about falling in love, even if I once said it, it was just talking to myself. I told my cousin that I didn't want to talk about it, that it was fine to be alone.

"After all, you haven't dated yet, and when you have a boyfriend, you know that falling in love is a very sweet thing."

Sweet or not, where can I know, my boyfriend will fall from the sky if he doesn't want it.

After a few years, I know that I was not wrong at that time, it was very troublesome to fall in love, and I also knew that love is really sweet.

The emotional part is no longer a blank slate, although we are not in the same city and cannot be together all the time, but our daily contact makes us both feel at ease.