Before, there was a girl who liked me and always talked to me.
But I don't like her. Really, the feeling was, like, not even a little bit.
But I think she's great. It's really good.
She would be careful to talk to me, careful to create topics. Sometimes there are silences, and I can even feel the awkwardness across the screen.
In order to chat with me, she would "meet" a lot of incredible things every day.
"Hey, let me tell you something, guess me today........" This is her usual opening.
Sometimes her opening words fall flat. Sometimes I didn't see it, sometimes I didn't reply because I saw it, and then I forgot.
Once I looked at my phone, I saw her message. "Oh, let me tell you, I am so amazing today."
It was sent three days ago.
I admit, my heart hurt a little at that moment.
I say, what is it?
Zero seconds,
She replied, "Oh, there you are.
And then she says, I forgot about......
In fact, at that time, my feelings have also been twists and turns, in another emotional black and blue.
She knows.
And she knows I don't like her.
Maybe it was the empathy at that time, which made me feel even more distressed.
Maybe some of you have read my previous answer on Zhihu, a lot of times in the feelings I always play a fool.
But who is really stupid?
Her invitation was rejected by you again and again, and I can see the gray in the pupils.
I can't even look at her when I talk.
I hope she can be happy.
If only she hadn't met me.
How happy she must be.
She is always in front of me, always smiling, but I also know that she is busy every day. Her profession is a hundred times busier than ours.
I was an underachiever and she was an overachiever.
But she always looked up to me.
Strange drop.
Sometimes I tell myself to stop talking to her. Anyway, we have no possibility, but the thought of her eyes lonely gray, I began to shake.
I'm sure she'll be happy to hear even one word back from me.
She's good with words, she's good with people, and she's sweet.
But her friends tell me she doesn't really talk much.
She was also very timid, but she would bring an umbrella to me when I was stuck in the rehearsal hall on a thunderstorm night.
She is so timid, even when I finally confessed, she was scared...
We're together.
For no reason, I want to try to be nice to her.
She really doesn't talk. She was dumbfounded all night.
Nothing was said.
I'll do all the talking.