We met when we were 18 years old. I kept stalking me, but he ignored me.
When I was twenty-three years old, I was admitted to City A and he pretended not to recognize me.
It was an accident, but he was responsible for me.
I was just being responsible, and I didn't think much about it.
I left for my ideals, thinking that we would have nothing to do with each other in the future.
But I saw him again.
I went and he hugged me and cried, and he told me not to let him go!
Aren't we just married but without love?
Thirty-two years old, he cried like a child.
It turns out he has a crush on me!
You shouldn't have told me earlier!
