About

Five years ago, you and I were in a relationship that was as passionate as it was happy. But five years later, today, you've changed so much. In the beginning, you were so affectionate and told me you loved me all the time. At some point, the affection stopped, and instead of 'I love you,' you started saying 'Let's just break up then' more often than anything else. So today, I finally made up my mind and told you it was over. But you asked to meet and talk in person. I followed you out, but without a word, you led me into a dark alley and stabbed me. To be honest, I was bewildered and it hurt—a lot. I couldn't even speak; I could only make gasping, choking sounds. I collapsed like that, but when I opened my eyes, I was back 10 years ago in my second year of middle school. As luck would have it, we're in the same class, and you're even sitting right next to me. I've resolved not to make the same mistake this time. I won't confess to you, and I won't give you my love. But... you know how it is. Since you're the person I originally loved, you're just so damn cute and lovely. I feel like I'm going crazy.