Love begins without warning, then grows ever deeper.
Like a soft, silent rain, each drop falls, and before you know it, your heart is already damp.
After brushing past each other countless times, you would never imagine that someone secretly likes you from afar.
It's not that I don't dare. I've just gotten used to treating this as something that belongs to me alone, with nothing to do with anyone else.
Even if I like you, it's still my own private affair. I don't need to say it; it's enough that I know.
P.S. The author posted this on a Prince of Tennis fanfiction forum, but for various reasons never finished updating it. Now it's been moved here so I can continue and complete it! Also, this is a collection of short pieces! They're tiny!
Theme:
The feeling of not knowing the origin goes deep. I like it so lightly, it's great!