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Suddenly, I couldn't just sit still, so I sent an SOS to my friend. I really need someone to listen to me. About him... "I know, I know, you've told me a million times," comes the shallow reaction. I don't care if you've heard it until you're sick of it, just listen. I can't hold it in anymore. It's time for my fourth confession to him. A hopeless one-sided crush is just bitter. I told myself being friends was enough. I thought just exchanging a few words as we passed each other was plenty. But your voice won't leave my head. If only I had never told you how I felt even once. A practiced confession doesn't make the heart race at all, does it? The first time I told you, ten years ago. I was so innocent. The next time, five years ago, was too light, and the time three years ago was the same. If I could start everything over from the roots... would that really be better? No matter how many times I'm rejected and disappointed. Every time, the things you liked that I touched upon eventually became the things I love. Those are my irreplaceable treasures now. It's okay if I fail, I'll say it one more time. I... about you...