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His parents and mine have been close since they met at the maternity ward, even sharing the same room and beds. By chance, we ended up living next door to each other, and our houses were practically like one. I'm told that when we were little, we'd kiss and hold hands everywhere, which nearly made my dad faint while his dad seemed to love it. Apparently, our moms were already busy planning our wedding. We grew up as normal, close friends... but at some point, he started looking like my ideal type. No, he was my perfect ideal... Eventually, I admitted to myself that I liked him. I've been nursing this one-sided crush for about three years now. When he went out to practice at night, I'd follow him for no reason and catch a cold, or I'd spend extra time in his room. He just thinks I follow him because I'm bored at home. But he was a football prodigy, and he eventually left for Spain to chase his dreams. Seeing me cry the last time we met, he left with the words, "I'll see you again. Don't cry. Wait for me." And like a fool, I haven't been able to date anyone else since then... Ten years later, he's finally returned home. His parents and mine were so excited that they made plans to have dinner together tonight. Right now, the two of us are in his room. He's home because it's the off-season. I heard he'll be staying for quite a while... Will we be okay?