Stupid and Silly Campus Love

Chapter 5

At that time, I didn’t know what liking was, I didn’t know what love was, I just knew that after class and playing ball every day, there would be a fat person who would accompany me to take a bath and eat, no matter when and where , he is always there.

At that time, I took it for granted, but in the four years since we separated, I missed it very much, and even thinking about it now, I feel a dull pain in my heart.

In my junior year, during the summer vacation when we broke up, I borrowed the excuse of my father to learn to drive, walked in the quiet campus, and came to the dormitory building before I knew it. It is so real that it often makes me cry and laugh at the same time.Through the glass window, I can see the dark toilet, as if seeing his blushing face, his hearty smile, seeing him washing my underwear when he was merciful, seeing him laughing at me, tears flowed down my face He broke out with a smile, and said to himself, as long as he can come back.

I was wrong.In the last days of the third year of high school, life was surprisingly quiet. During that time, there was a lot of rain on the campus. Since I kept losing my umbrella, I often occupied his. Relying on my height, I put my hands on his shoulders vigorously. He always scolds me with a smile.His sneakers are always so clean, which makes me envious; his clothes are always so clean, which makes me want to get dirty; his sheets are always so neat, which makes me want to lie on them; he is always so cute, which makes me want to kiss, can't kiss.

I can't figure out how he feels about me. When I ask him if he likes me, he always smiles and says he hates me. When I ask him if he loves me, he always opens his eyes and says, what is love?

What is love, I do not know.I just like getting along day and night in the past two years. I like you ignoring me when you are angry, and you strangle me hard when you comfort your second brother. Then, I like this, I don’t know about love.But I want to hear you say you like me, you say you love me.

Now you must be still immersed in the final project, I am on the bus, writing these words, I miss you, my stupid.