I fell in love with the new uncle who moved next door. He was eighteen years older than me.
Every day I pretend to be walking my dog and pass by his door, just to peek at his silhouette sitting by the window drinking tea.
My best friend called me crazy, saying that this kind of old man either had a wife or children or had weird quirks.
Until one day when it rained heavily, my golden hair ran into his garden, and I was soaked and knocked on the door to apologize.
When he opened the door, he was wearing a nightgown, and the tattoo on his chest was the name of my best friend who disappeared three years ago.
Intention: I'm crazy
