The 38th line in the middle of the desk, the handwriting on the back of the card when it was backlit, the unspoken goodbye on the day of graduation, and the "no" that I had hidden for six years turned out to be somewhat fond of me. They were the thoughts that I didn't dare to express when I was a teenager, and they are still filled with sweet regret when I think about them many years later.
Concept: Secret love is a lonely war. Those unspoken likes and regrets will eventually settle into gentle growth marks over the years.