Fall in love with a man

 Fall in love with a man, pretending to look indifferent, with the corner of my eye attention to his movements, his white T-shirt, his slender figure, his luxuriant basketball court, his sway on the podium, half-section He walked past the classroom door of course smoked a cigarette, his painstaking study up counseling and exhaustion hh
not know him, but also because the channel is not much to understand, so feeling like the age, always shy of a senior teacher of their ten-year-old Xu showing the slightest attachment, even ashamed to talk about him, he quietly behind the books piled hide his feelings, his desire to study give yourself a smile approval, in the face in the crowd stand out, so he was surprised, let him enjoy, so that he can not pay attention, if only on learning.
then have the opportunity to ask questions in class often, even if that does not answered correctly, students like his own, always try every means to remove the embarrassment, for example, he said with a smile, wrong! collision, such as the secret was exposed in mind the general fear and endless, no longer dared to rise, full of shame and remorse h
he did to me, as always, when in the test stand silently next to me Look for a while, self-study class in the book out from the pile of our lectures with the , will I get sick I want to leave a good time to see a doctor soon, although h is grateful, but you can not have the slightest unnatural, and his concern is the students, junior, I see very clearly, Rao is so like him, but knew not to lose self-deception judgments.
so in love with trance, fell in love with a man summer afternoon sitting quietly thinking heavy thoughts on the swing, fell in love with Chris Yu deeply immersed in the vicissitudes of life, melancholy of > without the distraction,
Who knows what long-cherished wish?
have always been afraid of loneliness, but this time, but it is lonely in love, in fact, Peach is not alone, and his smiles are floating in my mind , when he was not bit by bit to my mind, more good will, the beautiful vision of h may be, all is sweet and wonderful, even if every night is slightly bitter, even if the setting sun stretched h is a person's back more times, secret love is a kind of self-torture, knowing that the outcome is the rush of the World, is still no containment as hopeless as moths to flame, that moment touched, bringing the endless rain of grief, but, the end is no regrets.
out, they would understand, so beautiful seventeen-year-old dream, but in the end, such as handfuls of sand, inadvertently, been away a lot of flow, be going to catch when they flow out much faster, so helpless term memory gradually blurred, confused and looking at your shadow quietly away, even if my heart has some residual memory of it, also at day separated by laughter, quietly buried in a corner.
only when the familiar melodies, those memories will be numerous yellow came again and again, those rusty state of mind came crashing open, and I know what to do , only with tears, towards the eighteen-year-old love, worship hh.