Later, I fell in love with a boy who also liked to smile. He also had two dimples when he smiled, and his eyebrows were curved and beautiful. He also often wears plaid shirts. I like to see him wearing the light purple plaid shirt the most, but he doesn't often wear that one. He doesn't like listening to music very much, but he likes to draw and is more artistic than you. By the way, he doesn't like to fight either. The way he talks is very different from you, a bit fierce, but you even smile when you talk. He likes to watch anime. In order to have a common topic with him, I try to watch the anime he likes, just like when I wanted to accompany you and play your favorite games. But no matter what, the way he smiles is very similar to you.
Sometimes when I'm walking behind him, or I accidentally catch a glimpse of him smiling, I feel a little tight on the left side of my chest.
Later, this boy had a girl he liked. When I heard about it, I was so sad that I almost cried. But I didn't cry. I saw him wearing that light purple plaid shirt, carrying a shoulder bag and walking with that girl. He lowered his head and smiled, which was completely different from when you smiled at me. It seemed that it was at that moment that I realized, oh, he is not you.