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I first met him in the first grade of elementary school. Back then, he was just another classmate. Time passed, and we became middle schoolers. We ended up in the same class often, played together, and became close. At some point, I started liking him. At first, I didn't realize this feeling was 'liking' someone; looking back now, it was probably love. But by then, it was already too late. He had a girlfriend. What's the point of looking back now? He already has a girlfriend, he hates me, and nothing changes even if I regret it now. I still remember the Pepero Day a few years ago when he first contacted me. After that, we exchanged messages several times. I still think about how you used to fiddle with my cheeks at school. Oh, right. That was the year we were constantly linked together. I liked you so much back then. How did you feel? It felt like you liked me too. If I had expressed myself more, would our present be different? Could I have been the one in your girlfriend's place? Years have passed, but you still visit me every night and torment me endlessly. I suffer while imagining my happy self talking to you. I want to forget, but I can't. I like you so much. Your face, laughing and talking with me, is still so vivid. Was it just bad timing? You look so happy, while I feel like I'm still stuck in that year when we were close. When you blocked me, I wondered if first love was always this painful. It felt like my heart was tearing apart. I wonder if you're only my first love, while she is yours. I wait again today with a futile heart, hoping you'll look at me just one more time. I love you, and I'm sorry.