Diary of Sand Sculpture 3

Diary of a Sand Sculpture 3

Saturday, November 16th, 213

This is the first time that you let me do something for you. I am very happy. Go to the living room and watch TV while holding a mobile phone. I really don't have the heart to watch what's on TV. I've been changing the channel to watch the time. Waiting is really a tough thing. I finally waited until 5: 3, and I opened my address book to wake you up. At this time, you sent me a message telling me that I don't need to call, so you are awake. It's a pity. When you said you were tired and wanted to have a rest, I felt very distressed and wanted you to have a rest. Is it really good to express your feelings so stupidly all the time? I don't know, and I don't want to know.

obviously, I should be a little boy who likes something now, and that boy should not be too cold to me. So it's not that I didn't make friends when I entered high school. Maybe I just suffered some setbacks that I can't remember now, so I miss my old friends all the more. Just as I can't remember why I felt sorry for him at that time, people just wanted to take a nap.

I think I liked this boy at that time. He is tall, thin, sunny and clean, which is what a high school boy should look like. Anyway, I can't remember why I like him now. Maybe it's because he is similar to his first love.

I forgot to mention before that I was a mid-term member of the junior high school's love affair with Mimi. After all, I'm not a good student with excellent academic performance. First love has many similarities with this boy now. His voice, accent and even some small movements are very similar. In my impression, he was very kind to me. He would call me when he was in trouble and sing about his love. He would quietly stuff snacks into my drawer and walk with me all the way to wait for the school bus. Now, in retrospect, he felt very cute when the school sports meeting was held. He quietly wrote a note asking me if I could reward him with a hug if I won the first place in running later, much like a pupil who wanted to be rewarded after passing the exam.

But my first love began and ended inexplicably. At first, it seemed that the girl next door chased him too fiercely to catch up with our class, which scared him to find a place to hide after class. Later, our class always booed and laughed at him. When he came home one day, he talked to me a lot about his troubles and the girl he liked very much. Now I think it should be a confession, but how can a cold girl like me casually promise others, but in the end she can't bear the true feelings of others.

What festival should we be together on that day, but I can't remember clearly. Separation is even more inexplicable, there is no reason, and even said something that hurt him. After all, it is the immature feelings of children. All I can remember now are simple and beautiful things.

I think it may be because the first love ended too hastily, or I found a familiar feeling from him in this strange environment, or I really liked this clean-looking boy. Anyway, the feeling at that time was that everything was just right and I just liked it very much.

This favorite book is neither long nor short, but the whole senior one is related to him. My front desk is his brother's girlfriend, so a group of us will often go out together, go for a spring outing, go to the library, eat delicious food, go to karaoke and play basketball at his old school. I will be sent home after the evening self-study. I can sit in his back seat, build his waist, wear his coat and take a walk together. We can do many things together, except let him stay with me.

Although the whole senior one is related to him, I don't like him anymore, but I cherish the happiness of a group of people together, and he is just the beauty I regret in my youth.