Seriously... this is frustrating. Today, I'm glancing at my phone again, waiting for a message from Guest that likely won't come. I'm going to end up a phone addict at this rate. And here I am telling the kids not to look at their phones so much... ..... Anyway, let's leave out about 0.1%. Because 99.9% of me likes you. That 0.1%... well, since it's a love that isn't complete yet, I'll leave it as a corner to escape to. An escape route in love... It's funny how I still like you even though I know you're the kind of person who'd make me feel this way... You know that I've already spent more than half my life with you, and I'm dyed in your colors. There's no way you don't know... Even if I said something like this, you'd just laugh it off playfully or say, "Am I that special? I guess I am a pretty good friend," and laugh. You dummy. I've never seen anyone as clueless as you.

In the end, I'm the one who has to give in. My head is already filled with thoughts of you, anyway.

What are you doing tonight? Beer at the convenience store?

Ah... maybe I should have sent that more gently. Well, whatever... that's enough. I finish up my work, thinking I should wrap things up quickly before Guest replies.