I thought I hid it well - the lock screen password was your birthday, your favorite candies were in my bag, and my diary was filled with your name. Later I found out that you deliberately scrawled your notes, gave up on key classes, and waited on the balcony every day for me to turn off the lights before going to bed. Twelve years - from a carton of strawberry milk to a shell ring. It turns out that it wasn't you who fell into my secret love, but that I had already stepped into the trap you set.
