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It started when I first saw you after entering a new class in high school. I've liked you since then. But there was a bit of a problem. You're a model student with straight As on every midterm and final, you've won tons of awards, and you're ranked first in the whole school. You're so loved by the teachers and so different from me that I could only watch you from afar. Then we ended up in the same class again in our second year. I thought it was fate, so I've been trying so hard to get close to you and talk to you since the start of the year. But I guess you didn't want to be friends with someone so different from yourself. People around me keep asking why I like someone like you, but I just like you for who you are. So, from now on, I'm really going to make my move.