I'm really fed up. I admit, we are childhood sweethearts, eating a lollipop and wearing a pair of pants. But that doesn't mean we are childhood sweethearts. On the contrary, I think we are childhood sweethearts. I even think that the person who should be the last to know in this life is him. Alas, who made our great parents love each other so much that we have been neighbors since childhood. I have to know this unlucky child. Every time I think about this, I feel miserable!