Just a work of fiction—please do not take it personally.

I still remember that bright, sunlit afternoon.

You said, “You wouldn’t dare to like me.” I didn’t reply then—just buried that feeling deep within my heart forever.

Perhaps standing quietly not far from your side, watching you silently, is a kind of happiness in itself...

Later, I met her, and for a while, I could choose to forget about you. It gave me a reason to tell myself that we were just friends—best friends, and that’s all we would ever be in this lifetime.

But then she left me, vanished to a place impossibly far away. During those days, I cried, I hurt, I wandered lost. It took me a whole year to finally step out from under that shadow, and then, I saw you again...

Another year has passed.

By chance, I heard you mention you’re single now, but what does that matter to me?

I didn’t dare before, and I still haven’t found the courage now.

In truth, we are nothing more than two parallel lines—destined never to meet.