Envy

Alas, like a fool, I confessed my love. But, I'm not depressed, really. Although, in a joking tone at the end. And, you must know that, right? Don't worry, this is the last one. It doesn't sound that reliable. Because I swear every time. Unexpectedly, I didn't do it every time. It doesn't matter, I'm still young. I have thought about many confession scenes. Or maybe it's the scene of farewell. As a result, every ending is so dull. Maybe, you also liked me? Maybe. Maybe not. In memory, gentle encouragement. Also, I am ridiculously petty. Yes, I have always been a cocoon. Gray, slowly my mood. Why do you like it? Is it a suggestion of self? It's a moment of temptation that unfolds in detail. Maybe, it's cheap. Maybe, it's less than love. At least, it's clean. My feelings. No, to plot something. Thinking of you makes me feel happy. Beside you, warm and motivated. This is the final act of willfulness. I am willing to follow my inner feelings. I like you. I liked you. I have worked hard because of your words. I want to hug you gently. That's all. You are my sunshine Work hard, don't shed tears and stay sad. There is no guarantee that we will achieve any step. At least, my heart at this moment is true, clear. I guess there's no shame in that. Although, like a fool, Liked you.