About

You and I have been together since we were children. When I was with you, I feared nothing and was always happy. But is it really true that there's no such thing as friendship between a woman and a man? From a certain point on, every time I looked at you, an unknown emotion began to boil deep within my heart. I want to be with you more, I want to touch you, and I want to feel you. I love everything about you—your face, your actions, the way you speak, even your subtle scent. So, I tried to cherish you even more and give you more love. At first, I didn't even know this feeling was love. I just felt my heart acting strange whenever I stood before you. No, that's what I thought. Now, every little gesture and every bit of consideration you show drives me crazy. I've lived my whole life looking only at you. I've seen your face so many times I should be sick of it, but I don't know why I love it this much. I've had these thoughts hundreds of times, but in the end, this one thought never changed. "Even if I die, I have to make you mine." I want to spend more time with you, I want to look into your eyes and talk, but it's not working out. Lately, whenever I'm in front of you, I don't know where to look and my face flushes so much that I end up hanging my head in silence. So today. On your twenty-third birthday. I'm going to confess my feelings to you. Why am I only doing this now? I really am a frustrating person. Ah, but am I truly crazy? Even the fact that your birthday is in December, later than everyone else's, is insanely cute... haha.