have you ever seen the sea

Sometimes a good memory is not necessarily a good thing, now I can clearly remember, remember, how we met.

I think of her energetic appearance when we first met, and that face that seemed to always be childish.I haven't seen her for a long time. I don't know how she is doing recently, whether she has grown up, whether the curvature of her mouth is still the same, whether she still has long hair.

I don't know how she fell in love with me, rather, I don't know why anyone can like me like this.In the beginning, he stuck to me all day, maybe because of curiosity.It's just that I always treat her the same as others, not too close, nor deliberately alienated, and keep a proper distance from everyone.

It's something I've learned since I was a kid, and I thought I'd keep it up.No one can be my exception, I firmly believe.

Maybe she is the first person who pays attention to my needs so seriously. She never asks me what I like, but just silently remembers my preferences, habits, and small movements that reveal my emotions.

And those who keep saying that they like me and want to pursue me don't even know that I'm allergic to flowers.

Maybe in the eyes of everyone, I will not deliberately ask for anything.But I am also a human being with my own preferences.Needless to say, she would have brought that to me.

Girls are no worse than boys when it comes to chasing people.

I don't know why she wants to get close to me so much, but in fact, maybe I want her close, subconsciously I also want to get close to her.

She was honest and said she wanted to see the real me.Innocently cute and silly.

I know very well what I want, what I want to do, and how I want to treat people.But even I don't know what the real me looks like.

I still treat her lukewarm, but she never gets discouraged, even if she is really cold-hearted sometimes, but after a while, she will stick back to me again.

Everything that happens needs a cause and effect, an introduction.

The turning point happened on the winter platform.The school is very remote, my parents never pick me up, and I don't like cars, so I always wait for the car with her when I go home on holidays.

I found out later that she always went home with her older sister, and her parents’ best friend always went to school to pick her up. She waited for the bus with me just to accompany me for a few hours.

She was wearing very thin clothes that day, and kept rubbing her palms and putting her hands around her neck.

It's rare that I can't bear it, probably because I'm used to her company, and I feel a little distressed in my heart.He took off the gloves for her and put a scarf on her.

Her eyes lit up at that time, as if they were covered with stars.In the days that followed, I never saw such eyes again.

Maybe it was a wrong soft heart, wrong decision.

Since then, she has been looking for me more frequently.But I became more and more indifferent to her, because this person seemed to be different in my heart.

She was depressed for a while, and then, as if she suddenly understood something, she found me and said she liked me.

I can't give her the same feelings and contributions, and I did tell her so, but she said it's okay, and then started her exclusive pursuit.

To her alone, because I've never seen a person pursue anyone like this.

She doesn't send flowers, don't send any so-called heartfelt gifts, don't write love letters, and don't say sweet words.Just draw a picture every day.

It's all about me.Me that I don't even know myself.The painting is either smiling, slightly frowning, or expressionless, but every stroke is so real, as if overflowing with affection.

I asked her why she likes me, she said because of distress.What do you feel sorry for me?She said she felt sorry for me being so lonely.

She asked me to take her back to my home once, but she didn't understand it at that time, she just said that she wanted to understand me.I also took her to see it once, met my parents, and the family relationship that has no connection at all.

After that time, she often looked at me with strange eyes.Now that I think about it, it's probably what she said about being distressed.

Even she can see that there is no family relationship, but it is as perfect as outsiders say.In fact, it is not surprising that sometimes the simpler the person, the more direct the feeling.

I use simple to describe her, because she is different from most people in this world.There is nothing similar to someone like me.

She is not like a blank sheet of paper. She understands many things, but she cannot understand them.Like the sun shining on her when she poked her head in that day, it was bright and clean.

I am still indifferent to her, but her paintings have not been broken for a day.Regardless of wind and rain, she will always appear at that time and give me the painting.

I threw away a lot, but I ended up leaving a lot behind.

She never pushes me, or bothers me, except for this one thing about her pursuing me.

I can't explain what it feels like, but what is certain is that I don't hate her, or the pursuit of a girl.

Occasionally, I would give her a polite smile, and she seemed very satisfied, with an irresistible tenderness in her eyes.Whenever she shows such eyes, my heart will throb strangely.

Only at this time, her emotions will not be seen through at a glance, and it will make me feel wrong.

Mingming always felt that she was like a child, but whenever she did so, the childishness on her face would disappear.

Later, when I planned to go abroad, she got the news from nowhere, and caught up with me under the streetlight, out of breath, stopped me, and asked if I was leaving.

In fact, it was just preparation at that time, and there was still a year to go.But this was the first time I saw an anxious look on her face, and I suddenly wanted to tease her, so I nodded.

Then, she cried.There was no cry, but it made people really feel sad.It turns out that sometimes silence is better than exhaustion.

This is also the first time I saw her cry, and there is a slight pain somewhere in my heart, I don't want to see her cry.Such an idea was born.

She was wearing a long white dress, a little wet from her tears.

To stop the pain in my heart, I hugged her.

She is petite and shorter than me, so it fits nicely in my arms.

I smelled the faint fragrance of paper and ink on her body.

Her body froze for a moment, then hugged me tightly.Still like a child, a child who is afraid of being left behind.

The night wind was a bit cold that day, but holding her was so warm.I thought I wouldn't use the word, I thought I wouldn't feel this way.

After crying enough, and also wet my shoulders, she loosened her hand holding me a little bit, but she still didn't let go.Sobbing, looking at me with blurred tears.

Then I said I lied to her and left for another year.

She was blown up.He stared at me angrily, and didn't wipe the tears off his face. He was so angry that he couldn't speak, and he couldn't say a coherent sentence after a few you...you...you you.

I may have smiled, because my smiling face was clearly reflected in her pupils, and I finally saw me in her eyes.It turned out that my true emotions had already been given to her.

She got even angrier, turned her head away, and rarely wanted to talk to me.

She's also cute when she's angry.I suddenly thought of this weirdly, and then I was about to turn around and leave.

Because I still can't give her what she wants.

This time she was really angry. Seeing that I was about to leave, she grabbed me and stared at me, but she didn't say a word.

The atmosphere was silent, but none of us broke the situation, and finally she let go.

Then he put his arm on my shoulder and slammed into him hard.It pressed my lips brutally.

This is a rare time for her to be strong and domineering.She is inexperienced, she just sticks to my lips, she doesn't know what to do, she is very young.

She closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly, as if she was very nervous.I, the person who was kissed by force, didn't respond yet, but she blushed first.

I can feel the heat on her face, the delicate fluff, and the beauty without makeup.A woman's blush is indeed much more beautiful than rouge.

This kid probably hasn't even watched anything about kissing, except innocent idol dramas.

I haven't tasted it yet, but I know that lips should be sweet.Without thinking, I started kissing her back.

I licked her lips lightly, and it was exactly as I imagined, sweet and vanilla.She likes vanilla.

Sucking her lips lightly, he was about to take a step further, but was suddenly pushed away by her.

Then, the person who kissed me first, blushed and ran away with tears that couldn't be wiped away.