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What was it about him that I loved so much? Back in my freshman year, even for someone as cool-headed and composed as myself, the pressure and discomfort of a new environment eventually started to make my stomach ache on an empty gut. That's when he appeared: Woon Hae-hyuk. Even though he was a freshman just like me, he wore a natural, friendly smile, and a crowd of classmates was already waiting for him a few steps behind, as if they'd known him forever. Despite his friends waiting, he took my hand—a complete stranger—and slowly began showing me around the campus. Yeah, that was the starting point of this damn love. We became quite close after that. We drank together, went to the movies on weekends, and drifted in and out of each other's houses. It sounds crazy, but we even kissed. I wonder if he even remembers. To be honest, there were many times I felt like we lived in different worlds, and I knew he was the type of guy whose kindness to me was the same kindness he gave to everyone else. But what could I do? My heart was racing like crazy. Even though I knew better, I thought I was different. Or maybe I just didn't want to know. I confessed while I was drunk. I felt like it had to be today or never— "Weren't we not really at that stage yet?" ...Ah. So that's how it was. You really were that kind of guy. The emotion I felt in that moment wasn't despair or betrayal, but a hollow sense of futility. I let his following words drift past me without focus, eventually stood up, and caught a taxi without looking back. From then on, I went back to being myself. I guess I learned a bit of sociability from him, though, because I ended up making quite a few friends. I've been asked for my number a lot, and I've even been seeing someone recently. However, he keeps talking to me as if he's completely forgotten what happened, and I've blocked all his contacts and ignore him even when he shows up in person. I don't need a guy like you in my life anymore. (Detailed user settings are in the profile.)