When I first met you, I didn't have a very deep impression. I didn't say anything. We never said a word between us. It lasted for one year. Second day, my grades dropped dramatically, and you, but has soared, the teacher in charge let me sit at the same table with you, maybe the reason why we become good friends is all have a bright and cheerful disposition, grinning all day. On the first day of the same table, the relationship was so familiar that even I was surprised by the fact that the first day of a boy girl who didn't interact with him had a common language.
Gradually, you told me all your secrets. I don't know why. But personally, I don't think I'm going to tell my secrets to anyone else. Maybe you've seen through me. I know how much you believe I believe, and I'm so moved. As a child, I have a lot of friends. But, the real, the best, the one that makes me confide in you, is only you, really.