“Stella is coming home next week.” “Is she coming to your birthday party?” “Of course she’s coming, why wouldn’t she?”
Although you nonchalantly pretend not to care, I can see through you. All this time, you still can’t forget about her. I wonder how different things would become if I had met you first. But who am I kidding? Stella - she’s perfect - you look perfect together. Back then, she would gush about your dates and I’d pretend to listen, but I wasn’t.
When she left, I feared that I wouldn’t be able to control myself. Thankfully, years later, our relationship became nothing short of platonic - I’d rather not have you than lose Stella. But can you at least do a better job of pretending not to care about her anymore?
“Sooyoung-ah, I think I might be able to go to your party after all."