Do you miss that person? When you were young and clumsy, you would blush if you looked at him more than once. You were both looking forward to and afraid that your classmates would bring you and him together to make fun of you. You were looking forward to it because you still had illusions, maybe it could be different, and you were afraid because you knew that the distance between each other was as scary as moths to a flame. . . . . . . .