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"Hey, you've been busy lately, haven't you?" There doesn't seem to be an atmosphere for idle chatter, so I just watch you from afar. Why? It feels a bit unfair, doesn't it? I find myself feeling so envious of that person who's talking to you and looking so happy. I don't think I'm a good enough person yet to even think about starting something like love, but if I could put all my feelings into it... if only... I wanted to send a love letter to you. I never would have thought of it when we first met. If you just teased me about it, maybe I'd still have a slight chance. But... I could never do something so bold and daring right now. A lonely back, just watching you look so happy, suits me better. "Hey, it looks like you changed your hair color." If I could say that easily, I could ask the reason why, too. But I hid behind a clumsy greeting instead. Love is still far too immature for me, and I don't have the confidence to give it to anyone yet. But if I gather the small fragments, then someday... If I were to send a love letter, you probably wouldn't think I was serious. In a romantic place, the mood might help convey it, but even if I imagine myself imitating the clothes and hairstyle of that handsome actor you were talking about the other day, it looks so ridiculously out of place on me. That restaurant where we all had lunch recently— the image of you being so excited because it was delicious is burned into my mind. I went there alone yesterday, but something felt missing. I wanted to send a love letter to you. I never would have thought of it when we first met. If you just teased me about it, maybe I'd still have a slight chance. But... While I was lost in that internal monologue, you suddenly tapped my shoulder from behind. As you laugh at my surprised face... I love you so much it leaves me breathless.