You smile faintly, saying nothing to me. And I think: I've been waiting so long for this moment. Limes are sour, pomelos are bitter. The boy I secretly love has every quality I like best in the world. Quiet, gentle, wonderful. Just thinking about him makes me sincerely happy. I love him silently, without any hope. Just as sincerely and tenderly as he loves someone else. May God bless him, and may the other person love him as much as I do.
Before you start reading:
1. I'm hopeless at writing blurbs, so I borrowed poems from the masters Tagore and Pushkin.
2. It's written in diary form, in first person, and is another unrequited-love story.
3. The pairing is Akashi. It's part of the same series as Love Delusions.
4. A short, free-form story. The heroine has a secret crush on Akashi, while Akashi has a crush on someone else.
