At noon that day, I yelled at the top of my lungs behind you. Your friend turned around several times, but I saw you walking straight towards the teaching building as if you didn't hear you.
I feel like this secret love seems to be over, but it doesn't seem to be over.
Two years later, on Valentine's Day, I received your text message:
Actually, I know, but there are too many uncertainties in our future. I can't guarantee you anything. You are a very good girl.
I replied: You are also excellent.