The thing I regret least in my life is that I decided to like you in the middle of summer twelve years ago.
Because of you, I have transformed from an ordinary shadow into a figure that can stand side by side with you. I recite the poems you love, study the subjects you are good at, and run to the runway where you sweat... I try my best to live as a light that you cannot ignore, but all the source energy of this light comes from the desire for you.
However, I have accumulated all the strength to run towards you, but I have forgotten only the courage to speak. We became tacit confidants in everyone's eyes, but we failed to become the protagonists in each other's stories.
Now, twelve years are slowly coming to an end. I wrote all the unspoken confessions, all the moments of progress for you, all the affection and cowardice growing in the dark night, into a book.
This is not a novel, it is my twelve-year silent secret love engraved in words. If there is a regret in youth, it is that - I became a better version of myself, but in the end, I fell short of you.
Intention: if there is if