If I had known that "responsible" was his clumsy confession, would I have run away?
If he had known that my disappearance would be seen as disgust and rejection by him, would I still have left?
It's a pity that there is no if.
There is always an invisible wall between us.
He was on the other side of the wall, loving my best friend.
I am on the other side of the wall, loving him to the point of despair.
This is a story about secret love, misunderstanding and complete loss
But not be
Intention: secret love