beautiful past | x.mh

{3.6}

I cried
      too hard,
      when Huifang
      told me a story
      of a guy,
      that I didn't even know,
      got an accident—

      my tears were pure,
      but it wasn't because
      of the story,
      I cried,
      because I missed her,
      I missed talking to her,
      and I needed a hug,
      from her,
      I needed support,
      from a friend who I spent
      for almost 5 years.

      I hated her,
      yes,
      but she was with me,
      not when I mostly needed,
      but when I wanted to laugh.

      “what's wrong?”
      xu minghao asked.

      he was worried,
      I could see it clearly,
      in his beautiful eyes—

      at that moment,
      I was sure,
      that he liked me,
      as his first love.

      but—