In the seventh year of having a crush on my childhood friend, encouraged by my best friend,
I carried flowers and a cake onto an overnight train to confess my feelings to him.
But on a basketball court roaring with noise and people,
I ran straight into the sight of the two of them kissing.
With his arm around my best friend, my childhood friend asked coldly, “What are you doing here? Can’t you see I’m busy?”
Disheveled and humiliated, I was just about to explain
when his roommate beside him let out a soft laugh. “My girlfriend came to bring me a cake. What’s it got to do with you?”