In those years, we were like love.

"Every girl has such a boy in her life. He doesn't belong to love, nor is he his boyfriend.

However, there must be his position within the nearest distance. When you see something beautiful, you can't help showing it to him. When you hear a good song, you can't help copying it from your MP3 player. Seeing a beautiful notebook, he couldn't help but buy him two more, even though he wouldn't like pink strawberries. When I want to cry, I will send him a text message first. When I quarrel with my boyfriend, I will look for him first.

Although I don't know when, he will disappear from his life and become the prince of another girl, and that girl will become a princess because of him. However, during the time when he was still the closest to himself, every girl was trying her best and greedily enjoying his hollowing out and everything he brought.

Every girl becomes gentle, beautiful and considerate among such boys. Although the perfect self after that has nothing to do with this boy. But such feelings always go beyond love. "When I first saw this passage, I couldn't help reading it several times, because the boy in it was very similar to himself in those years.

After reading it several times, I gently closed the book and began to recall the little things between me and her in those years.

What she likes to do most is to leave her handwriting when she listens carefully in my textbook, her calculation process when she does math problems in my draft book, and her works when she shows her painting talent on my arm.

In those years when I sat at the same table with her, I always kept two drafts in my schoolbag, one for her and one for myself. My schoolbag is also the heaviest in my class. Because of her carelessness, many times my schoolbag contains her textbooks. Sometimes she deliberately doesn't bring a textbook and then uses the same one with me. Those years were like love between us.

In those years, she would put the magazine "Boys and Girls" she bought in my desk for me to read first, and she would mark the interesting content and share it with me. Whenever she is moved to tears by a love story, she will stare at me with two big tearful eyes and then seek my comfort. At that moment, I had countless impulses to wipe away tears for her, but I stopped at the second I was ready to raise my hand. I can only watch her tears drop by drop. At that moment, she was like Lin Daiyu in A Dream of Red Mansions, but I couldn't be Jia Baoyu in the book.

At the age of Seeds of Love, each of us had our own little feelings. Or because of a person, or because of a thing, or because of a casual look. In those years, we had the most complicated mood and temperament, as well as the most unspeakable love and love.

In those years, I would be distressed because I couldn't go the same way with her after school. In those years, I would be bored because I couldn't see her during the weekend holiday. In those years, I will become restless because of her sudden absence. In those years, I would still be indignant because she said a few more words to other boys. I would be flattered by her concern for me in those years.

In those years, every time I changed tables every week, I was very upset that I could no longer sit with her. In those years, she and I became best friends, but only friends. Whenever a classmate says that I like her, I always deny it in an unquestionable tone, and she always smiles and watches it happen. This is what I did every day in those years.

In those years, when boys and girls screamed when they touched their hands, we always touched each other's hands without fear. Sometimes we will fight for something, sometimes it is a book, sometimes it is a stationery, and sometimes it is a secret I wrote in my notebook. We are like lovers, and no one cares about the old saying that "men and women give and receive without kissing". At that time, we were really like love.

In that era when even love and like can't be distinguished, all emotions are astringent and contradictory. I like it very much, but I have to deny myself in front of others and say something against my will. Obviously you care, but you have to show a generous indifference, which proves that you really have nothing to expect. In those years, we all lacked the courage to say like and love, and also lacked the ability to like and love.

It is true that at this time, I still can't tell what is like and what is love, but I am not what I was in those years. A year ago, a little girl asked me, "Uncle, do you like me?" I ... I'm speechless and don't know how to answer. Two years ago, a girl from China asked me, "Bao, I like you. Do you like me? " I don't know. Later, I told her I loved her, and she said she did, too. Later, due to the deliberate arrangement of fate, we both lost the qualification to fall in love, but I was sure that she loved me.

Looking back on those years, I can't say whether I like her or love her. I only know that when I learned that we were going to be completely separated, my heart was painful. That suffocating pain makes me feel that life is boring and meaningless. This is a kind of despair that I have never had before. That kind of despair has been flowing in my blood during that time, whether I am awake or asleep. In the days after the senior high school entrance examination, I would find a reason to send her a text message almost every day, and I would call her at the fixed telephone booth outside every three days, but she always replied to my text message every second and answered my phone every second, as if waiting for that moment. So much so that I passed by her school gate almost every night after school in the first semester of senior one, expecting to meet her every time, even if it was only a shallow back. However, such a situation never happened once, as if she had never studied in that middle school. Every time I call her, her parents answer, and every time she says she's not here. That is, since that year, we have no possibility of contact. In the later time, with the increase of study pressure, my yearning for her was gradually replaced by daily homework. When the third year of high school was about to graduate, if my friend in the next class didn't casually mention it, maybe her name would only stay in those years when I lived with her forever.

Memories of those years are destined to belong only to those years.

Time has changed and the years have changed. That emotion, which I can't say clearly, has already turned into particles in the tunnel of time, scattered at every time point of her existence. If I like her, what do I like about her? If it is love, then I once loved her. What is it? At present, she and I used to be in love, but it never really happened. Every time we text, call and chat, the content has nothing to do with emotion. Every time we chat, we are as respectful as gentlemen, without any evil thoughts, so that none of us dare to take a step forward in those years, for fear of destroying the pure friendship that was hard to establish.

In those years, we were like love. It's just that none of us dare to expect love, dare not face reality, and dare not imagine the future, because we were too ignorant and simple at that time. Some emotions are destined to belong to only a few years.