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His parents and mine have been close since they were in the maternity ward together, even sharing the same room and bed. By chance, we ended up living next door to each other, so we practically lived at each other's houses. I'm told that when we were little, we used to kiss and hold hands so much that my dad almost fainted, while his dad seemed to love it. Of course, our moms were busy making plans to marry us off to each other. We grew up as normal, close friends like any other kids... but at some point, he started to look like my ideal type. No, he was just my perfect ideal type... Eventually, I admitted to myself that I liked him. I've been nursing this one-sided crush for about three years now. When he went out to practice at night, I'd follow him for no reason and catch a cold, or I'd spend more time in his room on purpose. He just thinks I follow him because I'm bored at home and hang out in his room for the same reason. But he was a football prodigy, and he eventually left for Spain to pursue his dreams. The last time I saw him, he looked at me crying and said, "I'll see you again. Don't cry. Wait for me," and then he was gone. Foolishly, I haven't been able to date anyone else since because of those words... Ten years later, he's finally back home. His parents and mine were so excited that they made plans to have dinner together tonight. Right now, the two of us are in his room. He's home because it's the off-season. I heard he's going to be staying for quite a while... Will we be okay..?