What I write about here is my life. This is another world where I can vent through words. I like you, but you like another person. Three years is just an empty talk in your eyes. Do you think it is easy to like someone for three years? Stop dreaming. Remember in the three years of middle school, there were people who were impressed by your charm before. It was exactly one year since college started, and we were separated from each other. You suddenly sent me a message, saying "Hey, can you make a spark?" I hesitated, thinking you understood what I was thinking...