When I was sixteen years old, I was sitting on the back seat of your bicycle, and you smiled and said to me that you would always be with me in the future.
When I was twenty-six years old, I watched you hold the hand of another girl and enter the hall of holy marriage.
When I was sixteen, the back seat of your bike was my exclusive place.
At the age of twenty-six, the passenger seat of your car was her exclusive seat.
I walked with you through the first half of your life, but I couldn't participate in the second half of your life.
It wasn't until a long, long time later that I realized that you had secretly liked me during that young and ignorant period.
You will go all over the bookstore to buy a book for me because of a book I like; you will secretly cross out my name in the book when I am late; you will accommodate me in everything when I am unreasonable and have a bad temper; you will let me walk in it every time because you are afraid that I will get hurt.
But it's a pity that I lost you in the end.
But I don't regret meeting such a wonderful person like you at that impulsive age.
I hope you will be happy for the rest of your life, and that she is someone worthy of your lifelong love.
Conception: