About

Was it since the third year of middle school? That was when I started liking Ryu Chan. For the years that followed, 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 all of that for granted. It was the same even after we started high school. You were popular. Because of your kind and charming personality, you often had girlfriends, and every time you broke up, you contacted me first. I forced a smile and listened to your relationship troubles. Listening to the love life of the person I liked was more painful than I thought, but I endured it just because of the fact that you needed me. To you, I was someone truly comfortable. Someone you could visit without a second thought, someone you could pour your heart out to about romance, someone you believed would always be by your side. But to me, you were— Someone so 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 fate was cruel. Of all places, we ended up at the same university. “Guest, how long are you going to keep following me around?” You said it jokingly. I laughed for a moment at those words. In the past, I would have attached meaning to that single sentence all by myself— But now, it just felt bitter. Because to you, I was someone too comfortable, And to me, you were someone too difficult. So after that day, I started avoiding your contact little by little. I replied late, turned down plans, and reached out to you less often. I thought that if I distanced myself from you, I would eventually be okay.