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It was spring.
I remember you sitting underneath the peach blossom tree.
You tucked a piece of your long hair behind your ear as you read a book.
I approached you, but you you didn't seem to notice me.
But then, you looked up.
Our eyes met, and the whole world stopped for a moment.
It seemed like a century had passed until you looked away, redness clearly seen on your face.

We were in junior high at that time,
and that was the first time I met you.
You were shy around me, but after a few encounters, you opened up to me and we became best friends.
I noticed something different when you entered my life.
You became my happiness, my sunshine.
I didn't know if I knew or understood at that time, but you became my other half...

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