Do you miss someone when you can't see him, but want to escape when you see him?

Missing is like a horse, which keeps leaving.

I miss you when the wind rises, but I miss you everywhere when the wind falls.

People who miss you when they don't see you and want to run away when they see you?

Yes! Of course there is!

Want to know who he is?

Let me just talk about my elusive friend.

At the mention of him, memories come to mind.

He was my childhood playmate and my neighbor.

Every memory, memory is constantly urging me to find him.

In childhood, we were carefree ...

When we were young, we met almost every day. His family is rich and has a computer. Every time his parents let him play computer, he always calls me and my brother. At his home, I first came into contact with computers, and I still clearly remember the first computer game I played-Altman doubles. When our parents don't let us play, we play in the yard of the community, hide and seek, play football, play with sand and mud, and so on. We ran around the yard and laughter filled the whole yard. Our childhood was full of too much fun.

In the summer night, there are many crickets, grasshoppers and mantises at the gate of the community, catching and playing. He invited me and my brother to buy ice cream many times when it was hot. Every time I say no, he says, you don't want it, I'll buy you a small pudding. Because I only liked to eat crispy tubes at that time, now that I think about it, I felt stupid at that time and didn't even like small puddings. In this way, I spent countless nights with him.

Time is really a knife, cutting off all my friendship and contact with him.

When we were young, there was no telephone or WeChat.

Maybe that's it. We've been seeing each other.

Now, with the phone and WeChat, but without his contact information.

Since primary school, he and I have entered different junior high schools and lost contact.

In order to see him again, I studied hard and was admitted to the best high school in the county, which my parents expected. Because I know he will be admitted to that school.

I got what I wanted. On the day of high school registration, I saw the placement list and found his name. I went to his class to look for him, but I couldn't find him. Maybe he has left. After living in high school, I met several times on campus. I got up the courage to recognize him, but I never found the feeling of being a child. Gradually, my friendship faded.

After entering the university, we were all admitted to other places, not in the same place. ...

Looking back, I don't know when we stopped meeting, and we didn't chat as before when we met.

I think, maybe it's my cowardice that I dare not knock on his door through a wall; Or maybe we lose our hobbies, our language, and naturally we lose our friendship.

Anyway, missing always reminds me in my dream: I miss him.

But life tells me that once people are separated, it is better to miss each other.