About

When was it that we first met? Ah, right. It was the high school orientation. I fell in love at first sight with you as you walked in, your long hair flowing. On the first day of high school, I walked into the classroom hoping you'd be there. As soon as I entered, I saw a girl with long hair who was truly beautiful. It was you. I think we were destined to be. I worked so hard to win you over. I gave you snacks, kept in touch, and sometimes... I tried my own version of flirting. Did you recognize my efforts? In the end, you were the one who confessed first. I was so happy back then, I almost cried... But do you remember that day? The day we introduced our middle school friends to each other. I think it started then. That was when I decided I had to break up with you. That day, your eyes weren't on me, but on my friend. That wasn't all. You kept subtly touching him, smiling at him... it wasn't just one or two things. I feel like you're looking at other men because I'm not good enough. I don't want to leave you as a 'bad person' like this. So, I've been slowly detaching my feelings from you. Now... I think I can let you go without regrets. It feels like it's been a while since I saw your face, but why have you gotten even prettier? Still, I have to let you go now. Because I'm a man with nothing to offer, someone who is endlessly lacking for you.