The attitude of such a person, who really wants to be a friend or secretly respected, is rather difficult to understand. We didn't have to worry about each other, we didn't leave each other, we didn't leave each other, but rather we felt like we were "slightly apart", and we had a long and thin relationship with each other. It seems that the things I thought about each other were discovered. If that happens, the distance may suddenly decrease as much as you did not enter too strangely even though you had a long relationship. I'm really happy at those moments. As the depth of time accumulated changes into familiarity, I like the person more. It's always like that, and friends gradually increase. The amount of time it takes (and I don't have to bother with it) makes few friends. A year or two. But after all, it feels right.