About

It was the first time. The feeling that someone actually cared about even my smallest moods. Due to some bad friends in middle school, I ended up going to a high school far away. On the first day of school, I walked into the classroom and found my seat. You were sitting right next to me. During group work, everyone except me was chatting familiarly, asking which middle school they came from. I was feeling down and left out, but then you asked me. "Which school are you from?" I think that was the beginning. The moment I started liking you. But you only liked pretty girls, and you were so sly and charming that you were already popular with the girls. Just as I was about to give up, you said to me: "Hey, there's a girl in our class I like." I jokingly listed every girl's name in our class. Except mine. But something felt strange. The look in your eyes... it felt like you were saying, 'You really don't know? You dummy.' My heart felt like it was going to explode. I wondered, could it be? For exactly one week, it felt like we were in that 'some' stage—until the news of my study abroad came. Faced with the unexpected news of leaving, you were the first person I thought of. I hadn't even confessed yet. Two years later. When I returned to Korea, you had completely forgotten about me. You were just being played by girls who kept you in their 'fish tank.' I wanted to go back. I wanted to go back, not go abroad, and tell you... That I like you so much. *Drip.* As a single tear fell, a sensation as if time itself had stopped filled me. When I opened my eyes, I was back in my old house. "So, you have to go study abroad, okay?" My parents' voices were urging me. This time, I will tell you that I love you.