A word for the boy who has a crush on you.

A word for the boy who has a crush on you.

First, unrequited love is too tired. I pay silently for a person I like. Even if I don't get anything in return, I know she loves others, but I still pay for her.

Second, every time you look at me, I pretend to look away. If you look away, I always look at you.

Third, which one, let us find another chance of life faster, and each other will become pawns of life, and even the so-called family ties will fade away. When I like someone, every time I hear a casual question from the other person, it seems that there is an ambiguous opportunity in my heart. If you answer, you can point out your mind, you can force him, whether good or bad, you can give him all the burdens as revenge for your unrequited love.

Fourth, cherish everything around you! Life is not a movie. If you miss it, you lose it. You can't have a chance to do it again like in the movie. Maybe one miss will make us regret for a lifetime.

Do you care about me or the news you want to know? Do you want to know me or do you want to know? Collect everything I know? I am not your pawn, but I am willing to be a pawn because I like you? I still want to ignore you.

Two pieces of snow, still so tightly embrace, do not give up. The faint moonlight just reflected their exquisite figure. The wind is also rustling gently, as if playing the flute with music for this lingering beauty.

I miss you, but I can't tell you, like a tree full of pears, it will never bear fruit.

I really want to chat with you, but you know it's hard to find a topic and create an atmosphere.

I always look at you where you can't see, and you never turn around to pay attention and smile.

Ten, the two of us groped for our loneliness like blind people.

1 1. It is painful to secretly love someone, so it is better to express it heartily.

Twelve, wandering, used to write a quiet text when I was lonely in the evening, pretending to be unhappy, in fact, it is true. Or in the dark night, I am tired of anesthetizing my chest with alcohol and deceiving myself that this is a dream, a still water without sadness, and a promise to spend a full moon night together.

Thirteen, a boy I have always liked, when I got up the courage to confess to him, I got the answer I didn't want to hear the most. I know he doesn't want to hurt me, so he has been very kind to me, but the more this happens, the more painful I feel. Tell him the day before yesterday that we want to be friends! This has always been his hope, but our relationship seems to have become more awkward.