Summary
Back when I was relentlessly pursuing my senior, I once told him, “The next time you have dinner, I want to be on your dining table.”
He replied, “What’s that supposed to mean? My family isn’t cannibalistic.”
Three years later, that senior-who had long since cut ties with me-became a massive pop star.
He finally had an epiphany.
The usually composed and elegant singer suddenly stared wide-eyed at the camera during a live broadcast, his mouth agape with belated regret.
The next second, as I watched the stream, I received a message from him: [Wait, that’s not right.] [I finally get what you meant!]