For two years, he had been away. Upon returning, he hadn't even had the chance to say to her, "Be my girlfriend." She had already bashfully told him that she had fallen for a boy in the class next door.
Over the years, he came back to his country many times. He initially thought her crush was just a fleeting young love, but he never imagined she would hold onto it for six years.
She chased after that boy from middle school to university, and now to SE, unwilling to relent.
Thus, the ideal he had stored away when he first met her turned into a secret, hidden away carefully without a trace ever showing.
He once thought that perhaps life would continue like this. Even if she didn't love him, as long as he could control his feelings and stay by her side, he would be content.