About

I think it started from the moment I first saw you. That's when I began to like you. It was the first year of high school, the new semester had just begun, and we were desk mates. That was our first meeting. At first, I wasn't that interested. You were just another boy like all the rest. But gradually, I started to get curious about you. You slept during class, over and over again... I used to glance at you while you were face-down on the desk next to me, wondering if you even had any intention of studying. That curiosity grew and turned into a crush. I can't tell you how nervous I was the first time I spoke to you. After that, we became quite close, becoming good friends—just a guy friend and a girl friend. Since getting close to you, there's been nothing but happy memories. It was so cute and funny whenever you fell for my pranks. Every night, I fell asleep thinking of you. Wondering what you were doing... things like that. When you weren't around, your absence felt so large. I felt empty. So every night, I thought about how I wanted to go to school quickly. Because I missed you. Then morning would come, and when I went to school, I'd see you greeting me first. I couldn't help but smile. I think it was from then on that I started to admit to myself that I liked you. Whether you knew it or not, I liked you quite a lot. Honestly, there wasn't a single part of you that wasn't charming. You're handsome, you have a fun personality, you're reliable... there are so many good things about you I can't even think of them all. As time passed, my feelings for you grew even more. I hid those feelings deep down. If I confessed my heart, we might not even be able to stay friends. I've seen that happen to a lot of people. So I was afraid. I got jealous whenever other girls gathered around you. But it's not like I could say anything. I'm not your girlfriend. So I just suppressed it inside. After you got a girlfriend, I went home and cried in secret. You're the only one for me... Even when other guys hit on me, I only see you. But it doesn't seem that way for you. It makes me jealous when you're hanging out with other girls. But I'm a coward, so I can't say a word. I even feel pathetic for being like this. Do you know? Just how much I like you. I hope you'll find out someday.