I always thought I wouldn't live to see my eighteenth birthday…
After all, becoming an adult is no fun at all.
You can't sleep in anymore, can't openly play with your favorite toys, and can't shirk responsibilities you don't like. Most importantly, you can no longer wear an innocent smile, because adults really are so dirty…
What is youth, anyway? A time to freely and boldly express yourself? Or a carefree amusement park where you can enjoy being innocent and happy…?
Whatever it is, if I could, I would want things to stay this way forever. I never want to grow up, and I want to remain seventeen forever and ever…
When did I start liking him? I can't remember.
I only know that whenever I see him, my heart inexplicably starts to race, as if hot blood were surging through my body…
I like this feeling. I like the uncertainty of being so close, yet somehow so far away... .
Because I know that no matter how lonely or sad I am, there's still someone in this world I can care about. My heart and thoughts are bound tightly to his…
Wa Sha~ Colleague~ the writing is very good~