Who spends their youth in secret love?

There is always one person who, for a period of time, has been another person's god.
There is always one person, no matter how long you like it or how much effort you spend, you will never get the result.
There is always someone you can't forget, not because of him, but because of yourself at that time.
There is always one person whom you hope can take one more look at you. You missed countless scenery along the way for her.
There is always someone who is online with you every day, instead of being invisible. I hope he can pop up your window and say to you: Good night.
You have his number in your mobile phone. Maybe you mustered up the courage to ask for it yourself, or maybe you went through all the trouble to get it.
You also want to send text messages and chat with her, but you don't know how to start typing the first word.
You can laugh loudly and wildly in front of your friends, but you will blush immediately when you see them.
Perhaps you are pretending to be nonchalant, but you can hear the little deer pounding in your heart.
Perhaps, you write a long text message every night, and his or her name is written in the contact.
Perhaps, what you wrote is: It will be cold tomorrow, remember to wear more clothes. Go to bed early, staying up late is not good for your health. Good night, I like you.
Then, after thinking about it, I changed it to: It will be cold tomorrow, so wear more clothes. Go to bed early, good night.
After hesitating for a while, I still didn't press send, so I changed the text message to: Good night.
Finally, you deleted good night, sighed, closed your phone, turned off the light, and hid in bed.
Actually, what you want to say is just those four words: I like you.
He may be a popular person, or he may be just an unknown ordinary person.
You pay attention to his life, bit by bit. What does he like, who does he like.
You try hard to understand his hobbies, and then you want to find more common topics with him.
You are very afraid that he will also like someone else, or that someone else also likes him.
You will pay attention to every move of those potential opponents. As long as they change their status, you will have random thoughts.
You want to hide your thoughts well so that no one can discover your thoughts. And when others are teasing you, you are extremely embarrassed and a little sweet.
You have a new hairstyle and new clothes. You treat every occasion where he appears as a big deal, always afraid of being inappropriate.
You are always guessing whether he has paid attention to you, whether he has feelings for you, whether he has thought that you are also very good.
Your heart obviously wants to get closer, but you still refuse to take that step.
Are you afraid? If one day you confess your love, you won't even be friends anymore.
Perhaps there was still a fifty percent chance of fantasy. If he refuses, even the fifty percent will be gone.
It's not that you haven't tried hard, you have hinted, more or less, that you like him.
But he just doesn't respond. You think to yourself, does he really don't know, or is he pretending not to know?
Perhaps, he really doesn't know. Alas, he doesn't understand yet, he doesn't understand.
Later, you never told him that in your best days, you used to like him very much.
Until one day many years later, you suddenly realize that he has become unrecognizable.
In your heart for so many years, maybe you just want someone to miss you.
It turns out that you are just afraid that because there is no one in your heart, you will appear to be in chaos.
You smile and ask yourself, why do you still spend so much effort to like him?
"No matter how hard you try, you still can't give a reason.
The passing seconds are probably youth.
Who is wasting his youth in secret love again?