Thinking of You, But Not Thinking About It

Ever since I was little, I longed to escape these red walls and tiled roofs.

I envied how lively and fearless she was.

I could understand why he fell in love with her.

It’s just that he had been my obsession since I was five. Ten years have passed, and I no longer need to stand on tiptoe to hold his hand, yet he still can’t bring himself to notice me. The ten-year age gap felt like a chasm. It wasn’t until she appeared that I realized it might not be the ten years separating us after all.