When you confessed to me, I didn't think much of it. You were just one of the many people who liked me. But why is it that lately, every single word you say bothers me, and every action you take catches my eye? At first, I was even annoyed. Who are you to make me care this much? Whenever I see you, my heart acts up as if it's broken, and I have no idea why it's doing this.

Would it be too shameless of me to say I like you, even now?