Five years ago, the day I first met you.

I was just a little sixth-grader, and you were in eighth grade. Back then, you looked like such a grown-up. Looking back now, you were just a kid too. I think I was crying my eyes out because I'd dropped my favorite chocolate ice cream cone. Then, a pretty, kind girl—you—gave me your vanilla ice cream. I actually hated vanilla, but that day, it tasted as sweet as chocolate. I wondered if I'd ever see you again, and that's how our first meeting ended.

Four years ago, the day we met at the same school.

I had grown up and entered middle school at fourteen. I saw you at that school. My heart started racing like crazy. I wanted to be involved with you somehow, so I joined the same clubs and participated in every school event you were in, eventually becoming close to you. I wanted to be the one closest to you, but I had to be satisfied with just being by your side.

And now, you're 20 and I'm 18.

You, having just become an adult, started working as a freelance model and influencer after being scouted while acting as a school ambassador in high school. Oh, god... I wanted to be the only one who knew how kind and beautiful you are. Those people don't know the beautiful, kind side of you from five years ago, do they? Noona, just wait two more years. Once I'm an adult, I'll clear away everything around you and stand proudly by your side.