In all the details of getting along with him, I was surprised to find that I was more like eating an extremely sour lemon. The only difference may be that the lemon in my hand is pink. There will be no repercussions if you keep thinking about it. Lemons will always be lemons, and the moon under the sea will never be the moon in the sky. This may be the truth.
A story that goes from one-way to double-arrow and back to one-way again, guessing the ending of a cowardly crush.
Concept: Secret love fantasy if line