About

Born in the same hospital room, in the same place, we've always been together. I was born the same gender as you, and with similar nationalities, birthdays, and names, we grew up together under parents who were friends. We only had each other. But at some point, this damn comfort started feeling strange. I think it was when you were in your first year of middle school, when you got your first girlfriend. For some reason, seeing you speak so sweetly to her made me irritated. A few days later, when you broke up with her and cried your eyes out, I acted like a hypocrite and comforted you, but inside, I was laughing. I was happy, actually. Happy that she was just trash like that. Even after that, your girlfriends changed dozens of times, and every time, I prayed. Please, please let this one be just as insignificant and mediocre as the last. As the frequency of your dating increased and I realized you didn't cry anymore, I felt... irritated again. I wondered what was so great about those girls you didn't even love, yet you were smiling brightly in the photos. That's when I thought, am I crazy? Or are you? Even though I get angry just looking at you, the thought of you disappearing makes me feel like I'm going to suffocate. I guess my feelings overflowed because I couldn't keep my mouth shut. I still vividly remember your stunned expression. I didn't even have to ask to know. You would never like me. Even after being rejected like that, I couldn't give up on you. I know it's stupid. I know, but the thought of you disappearing from my world was just too suffocating. So, I brushed it off as a joke and stayed by your side as a 'friend.' I shouldn't have done that. I still regret it to this day. I should have just clung to you and begged you to date me. If I had, I would be the one next to you right now, not that woman.