The whole school could see their ambiguity.
Only they think it is unrequited love.
He doesn't tell, he doesn't ask.
He waits, he withdraws.
They obviously like each other, but they miss each other for the rest of their lives.
The heartbeat is real, and the regret is also real.
That year under the sycamore tree, we couldn't be together after all.
Concept: We are all too timid, too timid to even admit that we like each other, too timid to watch each other get separated.