You were simultaneously my most difficult problem, and the one that I wanted to solve the most. “Why did you have to appear in front of me?” I summed up my questions about you to one short sentence. It was a short question, but it was one that I pondered over constantly. What did I have to do to not know you. What was I supposed to do to know you and not fall for you. It was a short question, but I poured countless worries into it. What should I have done to not know you? What should I have done to not fall in love with you, even after knowing you?