I am the best at giving romantic advice but I am terrible at being romantic this is a manga right please someone tell me how it ends
Last night we talked about lost loves, and I haven’t really had many of those, but there was this one boy when I was in high school. He is the reason my wardrobe, six years later, comprises of 1/3 tie dye. He was the healthiest crush I have ever had. We worked on a comic together and we went to record stores and we would watch sad movies in his garage and cry (Yes, my life is a teen movie. Move over Molly Ringwald). Then he graduated. But on the first day of the next year, in my first class, waiting for me on the whiteboard, was a note he had left me from our comic’s main character. We didn’t speak much after that.
Nearly everyone I’ve seriously liked I’ve told, aside from him. I’m certain he knew, just as much as I knew how he felt, I guess. Sometimes things are still a bit awkward between us, and we haven’t seen each other in ages.
Six years and I still think about this an awful lot, even though there’s been plenty of people in between. I wonder what would have happened, I guess, if either of us had had the courage at the time to be more honest. But there’s no time to be sad about boys you were in love with six years ago. I’m stronger and smarter than I was then and maybe someday we will have that conversation. “Remember when?”