Unrequited love. A feeling as miserable as a damn sandstorm. Just like how you know you’re breathing in fine dust but do it anyway, so it is with unrequited love. It’s been 5 years and 120 days since I’ve had a crush on my childhood friend. I’ve been rejected as naturally as I breathe every day, but I vow to finally confess my feelings on the day the college entrance exams end. Then one day, I catch my own older sister having a secret rendezvous with the guy I’ve been in love with—what’s going on!?
