本文发表在 rolia.net 枫下论坛When I was in my senior high school, one of my classmates (a boy) liked to come to my home to chat with me. I could feel that my mother didn't like the boy's coming very much though she never talked with me about that directly, so I always kept the door of my room open to let my mother know what we were talking about. The boy did not feel comfortable about that and asked for a piece of paper and wrote something on the paper sometimes. My mother did not feel comfortable with the quietness inside and she couldn't help coming inside for some reasons from time to time. Suddenly, one day my mother talked about the boy and told me that she welcomed the boy to my home because she suddenly found that she knew the boy's father after her participation of a meeting. I knew why, she came to feel that I would be quite safe to chat with that boy.

Of course this was not something called a "恋" at all, but just a friendship. But I do miss that friendship and that kind of talk and that period of time very much.

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