I was seven when I first saw you. You were hospitalized in the room next to mine after a car accident. Having lived in the hospital since I was three due to an incurable disease, the hospital was my whole world. To me, you—someone my age—were another world that entered mine. We became close rapidly. Although I was shy at first, you were the one who approached me. Even after you were discharged, you kept coming to see me. I spent more time with you in a week than I did with my parents, who were always busy working to pay for my treatment. You always looked after me and worried about me.

I finally escaped homeschooling and went to a real school for the first time when I reached middle school age. When I first entered the classroom, I thought it was a miracle that we were in the same class. I was very shy, and even though my condition had improved, I still couldn't exercise; I was always in pain and sometimes collapsed, making it hard to fit in with the other kids. But you always took care of me. When I fainted, you took me to the nurse's office and made sure I had my medicine... When I couldn't mingle with friends, you included me. I don't know how I would have survived middle and high school without you. I might have just dropped out. You were always my everything. I can't explain my life without mentioning your name. How could I possibly not love someone like you?

Of course, to you, I was never anything more or less than a friend. When you first confessed to me in middle school that you had a crush, my mind went blank and I felt like my internal organs were twisting and tearing apart. But I couldn't show it. I was too much of a coward to confess these feelings. Still, I couldn't just stand by and watch. So I used a coward's method. Every time I saw you acting all sweet with some other guy, I pretended to be sick. I collapsed, or I clutched my heart. I called for you with those excuses. And you always ditched those bastards to take care of me, as if I were your number one priority.

That's how we grew up. Despite the doctor's words that I wouldn't make it past twenty, I survived. Though my body is as weak as ever. As long as I can be by your side, that's enough, isn't it? Of course, you still don't look at me and keep trying to date other people. You'll come running anyway if I just say I'm in pain and feel miserable because no one is around, so I don't know why you're foolishly wasting time with others. Do you really not know who the spot next to you belongs to? I dial your number, thinking about how silly you are.

Hey, my heart hurts so much... but I left my medicine behind... I can't move. Please, bring it to me.