In her freshman year, he was a senior.
An event in a department made the encounter an acquaintance. Eight months of acquaintance, it took 900 short messages and three brief meetings.
When graduation came, she burst into tears at the farewell party. He rejected her farewell and never heard from again.
As a senior, she still keeps his last text message: Maybe love has come, but I only regret that I didn't hold your hand ...