I do not know from which year, seems to have been a long time, he and she have been waiting, looking forward to.
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Read high school, he was captain; she is another class of squadron leader. He is a handsome boy, nicknamed "foreign", tall, white face, tall and straight nose. She is an ugly duckling, a small eye, stubborn and slightly Alice's mouth. Each semester exams total score list, they are always among the best, and not his first is her first. But they each remember each other's name but never said a word. Whenever he appeared at the door of her classroom, she always feels the pair talking to her eyes cast a deep glance. Once, when she was frightened and unwilling to look out for him standing in front of the classroom, he was watching her, smiling at her friendly and innocent, and she was staring back.
After graduating from high school, he and she were admitted to the same university. He is in the Department of Physics; she is in the Department of English. He still kindly and charmingly smiled at her when the library and cafeteria hit him unexpectedly, and she nodded to him nodding. He did not ask her where to live in the dormitory; she did not know he lived in a few buildings. They seek occasional encounters on campus, waiting for each other to take the initiative to talk to themselves. Every time she walked through the physical laboratory building, she involuntarily slowed down, secretly looking forward to his vigorous figure, but he often appeared in the reading room of the English Department, absently reading outdated books and periodicals.
At a Christmas party, he passed her. His handsome, chic gentleman has won the favor of many girls.
Her elegant, handsome, from the old "ugly duckling" into a "Snow White." Each dance, she is always rushed men invited. He just quietly, silently is watching her in the distance, revealing that intoxicating smile.
She looked forward to him to her, invited her to dance, he was waiting for her and one partner to the end of the song.
In the third grade, he wrote a long letter, determined to give her when she met again, but he finally did not make such abrupt move. Her diary actually recorded each time they met excited, the excited state of mind. A flash of four years is over, he and she always maintained a first prize scholarship, has always maintained a familiar but strange distance.
When he graduated from college, he did not have a “girlfriend ", nor did she have a “boyfriend,” and his "buddies" and her "sisters" were incredible.
When a high school alumnus of a philosophical school heard their news in a class reunion, they sent two copies of Fromm's Art of Love respectively, and in the same passage of the preface to the two books under the red bar.
That passage is to say that most people actually regard the problem of love as the problem of being "mainly loved." In fact, the essence of love is given instead of being passively accepted.
Passive blindly waiting, it is easy to turn a temporary fault into a missed forever...
He and she both hungrily read the book, all for insomnia. On the first day of the New Year, he and she both surprised and surprised each other by receiving the same greeting card. On that chip card, a piece of paper fell on the hand of a knock and said: I like to be silently watching you silently watching you, and I long to be deeply in love with you deeply in love with you.
