Innocent teenage love
Sixteen, an age shrouded in misty rain. At sixteen, while I was still in middle school, I developed a vague sense of love. At that time, I didn’t know what love felt like; I just knew there was an indescribable feeling.
Every day, I was immersed in beautiful illusions. Maybe it was from reading too many novels, or perhaps from watching too many idol dramas. In any case, I began to yearn for love.
That year, when I was sixteen, an unexpected event happened in my life. His appearance disrupted my previously simple life. His every glance and smile left a deep impression on my heart.
Every word he said made my heart race and echoed in my mind for a long, long time. One of his actions made me nervous and uneasy, and a warm smile from him seemed to illuminate the emptiness in my heart.
So, I started glancing at him from time to time during class. When the teacher talked to me, frowning and lecturing, I didn’t hear a word. I just felt a little guilty. I kept thinking: What is happening to me? This thought kept swirling in my mind. I only knew that as long as I saw him, I felt lost, and when I couldn’t see him, I missed him terribly.
I remember one time, I was running in a hurry, with my head down, and accidentally tripped. Someone caught me, and when I looked up into a pair of clear, concerned eyes, I was petrified. My heart was a mix of shock, shyness, and delight, and my face turned bright red. He gently asked, “Are you okay?” I froze for a moment before hurriedly replying, “I’m fine, thank you!” Then, I awkwardly ran away.
Later, he transferred to another school, taking away my innocent infatuation, my joy, and perhaps…my life returned to its original state, like a vast ocean into which a pebble is thrown, creating ripples that eventually subside. It was then that I realized this might have been a crush! But it was already too late; he was gone.
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
