Introduction: She curled up in the quilt, pursed her lips, and said to the other end of the phone: I like you. Every word, every word, is extremely thoughtful.
A few years later, he asked her again: Do you still like me?
Freshman year, I struggled. Now, I give up.
He would never know that it took three of those five years for her to be obsessed with him and like him. In the days when there was no communication or contact, I tried desperately to forget him, and it took another three years. The year when I loved it but rationally told myself that I had to give up.
It's really... Difficult!