"He & She" He loves her, she doesn't love him

Statement: The following content is not fictitious in the slightest; it is about my classmate written by me.\-------------Supremacy of the Stick\---------Main Text--------+-\He entered the first year of middle school and was assigned to a class full of memories for him. He had laughed, cried, suffered, and felt frustrated. Up to today, he never thought he could love someone so deeply, even if that person did not love him, he would still continue to love her.\He excelled academically; teachers said he would definitely get into a key high school. He was the top student in the class!\She had average grades, excelled in the arts, and was good-looking, but she deeply hurt his heart.\In the first year, he consistently maintained a top three rank in the class. Everyone in the class thought he didn't have a crush on anyone, which was why his grades were so good. Therefore, everyone in the class called him a wooden stick, a stick who could only study.\In the second year, his grades stayed top-notch, which further confirmed his classmates' assumptions.\By the second semester of the third year, near graduation, most classmates had someone they liked, except for a few, including him and her. But gossip is strong! Someone asked him who he liked. He said he had liked her from the first year until now. It was like a bolt from the blue; no one in the class could believe that unrequited love hadn't affected his grades. That day, he told her he liked her and had for a long time. She said, ‘Let me think about it, wait a bit!' This was obviously a rejection. I suppose he knew it too. Afterwards, he said, ‘Okay, I'll wait.' But a week passed, and he still hadn't heard back. He was heartbroken. He said he would still pursue her because he liked her, he loved her. I asked him why he liked her. He said he didn't really know; he just liked looking at her. By the third year, he understood that this was the manifestation of liking someone.\Several weeks of stalemate passed between them. Gradually, May 20th approached, the day for confessions. He said that these days he would treat her even better, try his best to be good to her! Because after these days, he would have to study seriously since his grades had dropped. During these days, in the morning, he would buy her favorite chocolates and other candies that girls like. It was clear that he really cared for her. On May 20th, he said he wanted to confess again, although he added that he didn't have the courage.It was time to get out of school. A few of us encouraged him to confess, but after watching her leave, he went home too.\May 21st. 521. It was the last confession day of the year. He told us that he would definitely confess today; he didn't want to miss it. He said to the time, we should encourage him a bit, and we agreed. After school, we started to encourage him to confess, but he grabbed his backpack and rushed out. You could tell he was also feeling uncomfortable inside......\Now, as graduation approaches, he said he wouldn't pursue her anymore, but he didn't manage to do that. He still can't forget her. When he sees her, his eyes become incredibly gentle, like water, full of tenderness.\He really loves her. When she feels unwell, he gets very anxious. Extremely anxious. When she's happy, he's happy too. During class while doing test papers, he would occasionally lift his head to look at her for a moment, then lower it back down to continue with the paper.\She occupies his entire heart. He cannot tolerate anyone bullying her; he loves her. Even his best friends are not allowed to; speaking badly about her is not okay.\I remember a sentence he once said. He's really silly, having fallen in love with someone who doesn't love him, someone who makes him suffer, someone who cools his heart, yet he's willing to stay this silly forever......\--------The End------\Ps: Completely original, completely true, some similarities may exist, and that's normal. Because for most unrequited loves in junior high or even high school, this is often the outcome. There may be typos, but it's okay, just bear with it. That's my old habit.\So tired, going to sleep...