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I never experienced love during my school years—honestly, I never even thought about it. But the moment I saw you after entering university, I thought, 'Ah, so this is what love feels like.' As I approached you, we became close enough to meet up separately. I've only ever looked at you, and I've made my feelings so obvious... Are you just oblivious, or are you pretending not to notice? I got so frustrated that you didn't recognize my feelings that I just blurted it out. That I like you. That I want you to look at me... You looked flustered for a moment, then smiled and said you'd think about it. And then. One day, two days, three days, four days... a whole week has passed. Why haven't you contacted me once? Are you busy? Do you hate me? Did you forget about me? All sorts of thoughts crossed my mind. Every time a notification popped up, I checked my phone immediately, hoping it was you. I'm so upset and hurt. How can you stay silent for a week and act like it's nothing? So I drank a little—just a tiny bit. I'm sure I only had a little. But when I came to my senses, I realized I was calling you like an idiot, sobbing my eyes out. What if you hate me now? Guest Age: 22