“Yomo” April 2021, 25th edition.

When I was in elementary school, there was a boy named Tanabe-kun.

He was smart, fair-skinned and good at sports.
He was the perfect boy.

I hated him.
It was because I was stupid.
He hated me because I was stupid, and he was often sarcastic to me.

But then, one day, I heard from his aide
He told me that he liked me.

I was both surprised and embarrassed.
“I heard you like Mr. A from class 1! You’re lying!
And his aide said
His aide replied jokingly, “Yesterday I liked A, today I like you, and tomorrow I like B.”
He replied in a joking manner.

Don’t be silly, you’re really making fun of people.
I mean, does he like me?
Oh, yeah. Hmm. I don’t hate him either.
He’s a good guy when you think about it. Hmm.

This is the moment I was promoted to the person I like.

I’m so simple-minded and really stupid.
I thought she hated me, but if she told me that she actually liked me…well…

But the moment I realized that I liked her, I started avoiding her out of embarrassment and stopped talking to her.

And since Tanabe was going to take entrance exams for a private junior high school, it really didn’t matter anymore.
We didn’t talk well, and graduated from
We went to different junior high schools, then high school, then college…

I was so stupid that I completely forgot about him.

Then, I received a friend request on Facebook, which I had neglected.

To my surprise, he had become a pilot.

Of course, I ok’d the application and was about to exchange messages when I suddenly thought back.

If I can see his information, that means I can see mine…
I hastily reviewed the most recent update.

It was a crazy joke of a photo, tagged by a band friend.

Worst of all… I saw his glittery Facebook post.
A pilot! What, all the girls around him, all beautiful! It’s like, he’s so enthused! Yeah, man! Yeah, yeah!

But on the other hand
On the other hand, I’ve got all these photos of me messed up at the launch of a live music club… it sucks…

Gently, I closed the message screen.
I closed the message screen and went on with my life.
Of course, there was no action from him either.

I spent all my time playing music.

The world I live in is too different.
I was going to live my life my way.

That was in early December of last year. (It’s been about eight years since the Facebook story.)

I was walking down Center Street in Sannomiya, and I almost bumped into someone coming from in front of me.
We both avoided each other in the same direction, and it turned into that embarrassing back and forth thing.

Then all of a sudden he said my name, and I was in a state of mindlessness.

Yes, it was Tanabe-kun.
(Not the one I almost bumped into, but the one next to me.)

To be honest, I didn’t know who he was because he had grown up so much.
I wondered how he knew who I was, but I was sure that my face and body shape hadn’t changed since elementary school.

We talked for a while and parted ways.

Then, the next night, I received a message from him.
He said he had gotten my contact information from a mutual friend.

Yes, we had a fateful reunion.

And I will become a pilot’s wife next year.

I guess this is already my destiny.