[Lightning protection: first-person perspective, sour writing direction, jerky writing style]
It takes a lot of courage for me to be close to you.
What does it feel like to like someone? I think it should be cautious. It is the eyes that are unconsciously attracted to you in the classroom, the corridor, and the window sill. It is the expression of inexplicable excitement when talking about you with others. It is the youthful love that is unique to the student days.
You are the moon that is out of reach in the sky, the light that I can never catch.
I think I should be in love with you.
But I am the protagonist of my youth, and everyone including you is a supporting role. In fact, you don't seem to be that important.
Maybe one day in the future I will think of you, not of you.
Intention: None