Have you ever put yourself in a box for someone you like, just like Belikov in Chekhov's novel, stuck in a rut, looking at him wholeheartedly only through tiny slits. Have you ever risked everything and done a lot of things just to get him to notice you, even if it hurts him... Even if he has someone you like so deeply? ... I have been waiting and thinking about you for many years just to tell him that I only have the courage to like you. ... It was not until many years later that she realized that her waiting and longing had already become a longing knot in her youth.