Where do I like it so much? Why, isn't it just that it gives me a feeling that others can't give me in a special time? And I haven't cared about him for so long because of what he said to others for me. Thinking about it now, it's been three years! Maybe even longer... I liked him maybe when he came to class for the first time against the light, or when he called me while holding my ugly photo, or when he blushed because we had the same idol while talking to him, or when he was allergic to me and others were talking about me, but he thoughtfully said it was okay, or when he saw me when he went downstairs and shared interesting things he saw with me. Or during the exam, he climbed up in front of the window and hit me with the tip of a piece of chalk. When I looked up and called me a fool... Isn't love just a collection of small things that add up to a big intention?
Intention: I hope every secret love can come true