At that age when I always thought the world was wrong and love was beautiful, he took my hand and called me girl, often accompanied me on crazy runs in the playground behind the school, and gave me warm measure after I fought with my parents. The first time I stood on tiptoe to kiss him, he actually blushed before me. Looking at his shyness, I suddenly wanted to walk with him for the rest of my life.
One night after study hall, we walked hand in hand on the big playground, somehow talked about things other than hugging and kissing. It was dark, no one could not see the expression on anyone’s face, we both squirmed, but pretended to be very frank about those things that are very hazy for us.