Just like fate, in the 10th grade, he moved to our class. But I didn't want to say goodbye, so I was like a friend. Sometimes we fight. The happy days were over. We do a lot of things together. I had forgotten that I was fine. It was the spring of 11th grade. I was good to a boy at the time, but I didn't succeed. During those difficult times of forgetting him, my ninth-grade lover became my partner and supported me. As I did so, I began to chat and wait every day.
