Every time I pass by there, I can always see your presence.
The hair that floats up when you run, your handsome black trench coat, your twinkling eyes, and your eyes that bend into a bridge when you smile are all enough for me to replay and replay them in the future.
I remember the moment I raised my head and saw you that day, even my headphones fell softly to my side in shock.
Maybe you don't know that every day there is a girl walking tirelessly around the flower bed counting her steps, just hoping to catch a glimpse of you.
Maybe you don't know that that girl has to go to the third floor of the cafeteria to eat just so that she can walk with you for a short distance.
Maybe you don't know, every time the school bell rings and "Hello Teacher" echoes throughout the corridor, that girl will always close her eyes, hoping to recognize your voice among the sounds coming from the next class.
Maybe you don't know, that girl always sits in the first row, just hoping to be closer to you.
There's a lot you don't know.
You can't hear the voice in my heart.
I hope that every time your friends see me, they turn to you and keep coughing because of those shy likes.
I hope, even just a little bit, that you like me as much as I like you.
A scoop.
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