She doesn't know that I've known her much longer than she has known me. She doesn't know that I've had a crush on her for ten years. She doesn't know that my indifference is all just pretending to her. She doesn't know that I'm pathologically obsessed with her. If we never knew each other, would we not be able to hurt each other? But, I don't, I can't help but know her. I will regret it, I know my own. I like how arrogant, troublesome, confused, cute, well-behaved, and funny she is, and I like how she can be herself unscrupulously in front of me. I just want to be with her all the time. I looked at her from a distance at the beginning, but slowly got closer to her step by step. I became more greedy than I thought. I pretended not to care in front of her. Only in this way can she get closer to me, rely on me, and can't live without me.
Purpose: Telling about the love between two girls, their persistence in feelings, and their uncompromising attitude towards reality.