I like someone and have been with him for seven years.
From 13 years old to 20 years old, from the first year of junior high school to the second year of college.
I thought he didn't know.
I wrote his name in my diary, thinking it was a secret that only I could see.
I detoured past his classroom every day, assuming he just happened to be in the hallway.
I secretly watched his every update, thinking he would never notice the visitor record.
Later I found out——
He knows everything.
He knew I liked him, from day one.
He just doesn't care.
On September 1, 2025, I deleted all traces of him.
Not because he is bad.
It's because he doesn't deserve it.
Intention: Learning to see yourself clearly in liking is more important than learning to like.