I ve liked my table mates for 6 years, 50

Let a classmate or friend who has played well with you and her go to the side and tell her that you have been looking for her, paying attention to her, and have always loved her deeply, and then let this friend spread a little panic, saying that there have been many people chasing you before, and you have refused, you said that you have always had a person in your heart. See how she reflects this.

Since you like her, why don't you confess, even if you are rejected, you won't regret it, hurry up and hurry up, she is in college, and it is easy to get along with her classmates. Also, even if she rejects you after confessing, you may not be able to be friends.

Brother, like a man, okay? Directly, if you can get it, you can get it, and if you don't get it, you won't lose money!! What kind of education is not educational, it's all, what kind of society is it now???

Directly, make good money after you get on, if you have money to support her, she will follow you, she is your woman. Brother, stand up! If you were like this, people wouldn't accept you!!

Then get along like this first, don't be in a hurry to confess, wait for it to come to fruition, or you can tentatively look at her attitude and then confess.

From my point of view, the gap between your academic qualifications is too big, and your worldview and values are definitely different.

-= Confession horn. Those who take care of this and that may miss out on good fate.

llz, something like this can only be understood and unspeakable.

When chatting, I will touch on this issue and see how he reacts before confessing.

This is your own problem, solve it yourself, big brother.

everybady knew what it meant to like it by the time they reached sixth grade.

Since it was once.

Just take it as a good memory.

Have you tried to find him?

That's because I was ignorant at the beginning, and I was curious about the opposite sex. I've had it too.

My once favorite table mate and I still have a little connection, but not as often, and the two of us talk less and less.

When I was in junior high school, I had a tablemate, and it was the one I remember the most, because I had some things that she brought up.

She is a very literary girl, sometimes she speaks in a crepe, and her English is very good, and my English is particularly bad, I still remember when I took the English test in my thirties and forties, she took more than a hundred, she was not good at math, and just the opposite, my math is super good, just right, the two of us complement each other, and the other subjects are almost the same, just these two people are too different.

So in the three years of junior high school, except for the month when the high school entrance examination was about to take place, the two of us were at the same table, maybe in the eyes of the head teacher, the two of us were the best combination.

I like her very much, she has changed some of my habits, her books are never folded, very neat, things are packed very neatly, I belong to the kind of that to**put**, she will say that I will help me sort it out together, I can't find the volume before, and I have never dropped my things with her.

She likes to write articles, she brought me along, I fell in love with writing poetry, she is also a teacher and friend to me, I really like her, she helps me learn English, I help her learn mathematics, the two of us love to talk and laugh, love to fight, her home is very close to the school, sometimes I will go to her house to play, sometimes, on the weekend, I will go to her.

However, the results of the high school entrance examination came out, she entered a better high school than me, at the beginning, she missed me too, and occasionally called me **, at that time, we were very excited about each other, but in the first year of high school, my mobile phone was stolen, and since then I have lost contact with her, I miss her very much, I miss me very much.

By the time I got in touch with her again, it was already a person, she had friends around her who cared about, and there were friends I cared about around me, and the two of them chatted awkwardly, and we didn't know how to continue the topic, because it had been five years in the past, five years, whether it was long or not, but it was enough to change some things.

It's been a long time since I got in touch! All sides of the world just hope to have a happy life!

There is no contact, after all, it is the ignorant love of childhood. When they grew up, they all went their separate ways.

No, but I liked the guys in front of me.