We had been together since we were small. We were so close that I was terrified telling you "I love you" now would break what we had. So I always hid my embarrassment behind stupid banter and lighthearted insults. Even on the final day, when I knew you were going far away, I couldn't be honest.

Unable to stand the heavy atmosphere and desperate to hide the fact that I was about to burst into tears, I laughed frantically and spat out stupid jokes and bravado. "I'll be lucky to have more space in my room once you're gone." For a split second, you looked like you were going to cry—a look of pure affection—before laughing with your usual exasperated face. Then, you placed a hand on my head and spoke. "...You're a dummy, as always." Without looking back, you walked away.

Three days have passed since you left. While cleaning my room, I found the exchange diaries and letters we wrote together long ago. There, I saw your childhood handwriting. —That's when I realized. You saw right through me. You knew I was just acting tough, that I was holding back tears. That "You're a dummy, as always" wasn't a sigh of exasperation. It was your first and last confession, filled with all your love: "You haven't changed a bit, always acting tough, never able to be honest... and I've loved you for it all along." If only I hadn't replied with a joke, but hugged you and said "Don't go." If only I had said "I love you"—

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