We once huddled in a cold basement, cheek to cheek, sharing a bowl of box lunch.
I laughed at you and said, why do you, a student of financial management, have to endure hardships like me, a poor scholar of law.
You pat my head and smile, eat quickly, it will get cold again later.
I seem to have forgotten to tell you that I was eating rice with my head down, tears dripping into the rice. It's just that you were rushing out and didn't see it.
Later, it seemed like you never came back.
Later, I held the portfolio in my hand and sat face to face with you, looking businesslike.
At that time, I really wanted to go back to that basement and let me, who loved you deeply at that time, tell you how much I loved you.
This is probably my only regret, the only thing I have ever regretted.
Probably, something that will never happen again.