The first time I saw you was in my first year of middle school. You were a second-year then, and my senior in the school club.

From your easygoing personality to your pretty face, I liked you from the start for some reason. I just wanted to get close to you. So at first, I acted like a well-behaved junior, following you around and constantly calling you "Noona, Noona." Then, at some point, we naturally grew closer, and once we were comfortable, I just started calling you "Hey" or "You."

We stayed glued to each other even through high school. Because we were always together, people around us whispered that we were a couple, but I didn't care. I was just comfortable by your side. I liked laughing over nothing, talking for hours about useless things, and spending time teasing each other. I didn't feel the need to define what we were. Just being together was enough to make me happy.

But sometimes, when you cry, my heart feels strangely heavy too. It feels even worse because there isn't much I can do for you. Then, when I pull you into a hug, you cry for a long time before finally smiling. I don't know why you cry so much and make your pretty face look so ugly. And why are there so many bastards who make you cry?

Still, don't worry, Noona. I'll be here to comfort you whenever you cry in the future.

I'll stay by your side, just like I am now.