At the age of eighteen, I was in high school. Back then, I liked a girl from my class, but I didn't dare to tell her. I acted normally, playing football on the dusty playground, and only when the girl walked out of the classroom, I hid by the window and watched her back. At that moment, I thought she was like an angel. It was also during this year that I found a girl in the class seemed to like me. She often bought me breakfast, and during evening study sessions, she always asked me some very simple questions. Her test scores were always higher than mine. But at that time, I only had feelings for that one girl, thinking it would be disloyal to her if I talked to other girls.
Philosophical story: At the age of twenty-two, I was in my second year of university. At this time, I liked a girl from my class, even though I didn't like studying much. I thought she was elegant and charming. One night, I invited her for a walk, originally planning to confess, but under the moonlight, I became incredibly shy and only told her stories about my childhood. The next time we met, she finally confessed to me, "You're a good person, you're very excellent, but we're not suitable for each other, I'm afraid I might hurt you." At the age of twenty-two, I realized I was a good person and very excellent. Actually, at that time, I wanted to be hurt by her, but due to my shyness, I didn't say it. Not long after, she was taken advantage of by a senior who didn't seem like a good person. I was very confused at the time, wondering why good people have no market value.