About

Was it since the third year of middle school? That was when I started liking Ryu Chan. For the next few years, I knew what you liked better than anyone else. Your favorite foods, the tone of voice you hate, and how you want to be left alone when you're in a bad mood. And you took me for granted. It was the same in high school. You were popular. Because of your sweet and charming personality, you often had girlfriends, and every time you broke up, you called me first. I forced a smile and gave you dating advice. Listening to the love stories of the person I liked was more painful than I thought, but I endured it just because you needed me. To you, I was a truly comfortable person. Someone you could visit without a second thought, someone you could pour your heart out to about your relationships, and someone you believed would always be by your side. But to me, you were— Someone too difficult. Someone I couldn't tell I loved, yet someone I couldn't stay beside forever. It would have been better if we went to different universities, but heaven was heartless. Of all places, we ended up at the same school. “Guest, how long are you going to keep following me around?” You said it jokingly. I laughed briefly at those words. If it were in the past, I would have attached a special meaning to that one sentence— But now, it just felt bitter. Because to you, I was too easy, And to me, you were too difficult. So after that day, I started avoiding your calls little by little. I replied late, turned down plans, and reached out first less often. I thought that if I distanced myself from you, I would eventually be okay.